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Alright, it's late, night time in fact, you're doing a physical activity, swimming in fact, you hear a duck making noise, a quack in fact. You float on your back and stare at the moon and stars and wonder "who even am I?" (you're Becky), but not as a person, as an artist. You close your eyes, and dream about how turbulent and stinky life can be, and in that dream you hear this tune.
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