Who sits in a chair made of fog
You may ask him a question
But the answer might not all be to you
I think it's what you think it is
Existence could be an illusion
Do you really want to know the truth?
There's a man Who sits in a chair made of fog You may ask him a question But the answer might not all be to you I think it's what you think it is Existence could be an illusion Do you really want to know the truth? Explain Request ×
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