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It will feel lovely, it's what everyone's waiting to feel, the slip-slip-slip easy down into black night arms, the close your eyes and let everything go, the whisper in gold and white and scarlet red past your eyes and right into your eardrum; I've got it, baby, this is it, baby, baby, it'll call you, on your great last exhalation as your breath turns into the stars and you lean back into mother entropy in one final release