Before Before the Great Oxidation occurred That landed my feet in these tennis shoes The ocean was red instead of blue And the moon my ancestors used As a mirror was larger And brighter because closer. Now that you are no longer here I don’t know what to do with you.
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Before Before the Great Oxidation occurred That landed my feet in these tennis shoes The ocean was red instead of blue And the moon my ancestors used As a mirror was larger And brighter because closer. Now that you are no longer here I don’t know what to do with you.