Call time space,
call me base,
call Earth face,
delete trace
of any place,
and create ways,
because it plays:
who obeys
and if no one says:
"I, my grace! "
It deletes trace,
then it makes trace
but without your face
so call time space,
call me base,
call Earth face,
delete trace
of any place
and create ways.
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