Tall, everlasting,
impossible to destroy,
it stood there in us.
How does it work?
Impossible to destroy, that is me.
Incredible! It hurts to even think it!
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Where have you gone? Vanishing without a trace. Smothered whole.
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Impossible to destroy, that is me.
Incredible! It hurts to even think it!