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I had a person named clorange and then he drove magicall letuce plants into the seventh sun. It was fun, bouncing off the wall, then you really have it all. Can the poor or the rich tell you most easily that material dosn't matter? Flying to the seventh sun really gives you a good outlook on things. The smooth glass walls of their eyes seem to glisten with the sights beyond gold, for things below gold seem to be everything but. As you past by the florescent berries of dawn, you see a man, a fair man with innocent doe like eyes that tell all to those that listen. Whisper the sweet secrets of the universe to the end of time... To only those that listen.