the everlasting question of compression

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when there is no light you will know
when the jail crumbles you will know
when i am there you will know
when i am gone you will know
when i am present you will know
when you dig you will know
when i am spreading you will know
when i am dormant you will know
when you try to understand you will know
when i am ready to go
you will know
you already know
it has happened to all of us
right there
but missing
from memory
when we will all group you will know

the time is not ripe  

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