| The whole universe trapped in a material body
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| Is waiting to burst into infinite, transforming shapes
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| Trembling forces, aggregated, for which
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| Common baits won’t have any power, but sense;
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| The loss of sway doesn’t need permission
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| From the mind to act as it feels too
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| Still the mind is all that will keep you, away from you;
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| What to choose?
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| Perception is changing, you are in the sunken place
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| Perpetual states of slumberness, covered by forgotten voices from the past
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| The muse and the guidance and whatever lies underneath invisible blankets
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| Just wires, perpetual states of slumberness
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| Covered by forgotten voices from the past
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| The muse and the guidance…
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| Come with me, for a walk for a while
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| Traces and so many marks, I left behind
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| Come with me, for a walk for a while
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| You were supposed to be the other child
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| Do you really know why I can’t be serious?
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| Cause nothing matters to me, I died already years and years
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| There were loops in my head strong image of tragic pain
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| But I’m here with smiling, maybe someday I’ll be fine again;
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| But the market is diverse, I know it must be hard
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| For you to take one’s hand, in silence, through the night
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| You do wish for love, but in the end is not enough
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| We used to talk about a world, in which the fear is not a part, so
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| Come with me, for a walk for a while
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| Traces and so many marks, I left behind
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| Come with me, for a walk for a while
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| You were supposed to be the other child |