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Don't mistake the randomness It makes up these planets, sis A million trillion galaxies All form an axis It's in these numbers, here that I found meaning dear I'm not saying you have to But try to make

Oh, Bitcoin Yes, Bitcoin Where does one begin From a node, of course To form discourse To yourself; recourse Ofcourse ofcourse But I'm Ahead of myself Timestamped And future self I can't Help myself But