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But that changes, with the passage of time Sky, blue sky, what your eyes can't see, what your eyes can see The sun, one, only one Water, it is agreeable, Commander Ikari Flowers, so many the same, so many without purpose Sky, sky of red, red the color, the color I hate Liquid flows, it drips, ripples, and pours Blood, scent of blood, woman who does not bleed From the red soil the humans come Humans made by man and woman City, a human creation Eva, a human creation as well What are humans? Are they creations of God? Humans, that which is created by humans This is that which is mine My life, my heart I am a vessel for my thoughts The entry plug, the throne of the soul Who is this? This is me Who am I? What am I? What am I? What am I? I am I. This object that is, is myself That which forms me This is the self that can be seen, and yet this is not like that which is myself A strange feeling My body feels as if it is melting I can no longer see myself My form, my shape fades from view Awareness dawns of someone who is not me Who is here? There? Beyond me, here Shinji This person I know, Major Katsuragi Dr. Akagi People, my classmates The pilot of Unit Two Commander Ikari Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?
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