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Who were you, before?
The rock under my foot that told me I was real when I was an adult
remember who you were before you came here
My finger can point to the moon, but my finger is not the moon. You don't have to become my finger, nor do you have to worship my finger. You have to forget my finger, and look at where it is pointing.
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