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Ageless during self-intoxicaton |
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Chaotic and loose the authority I'm under |
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Carried by the clouds of thoughts |
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Towards the gate of being |
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One's own flesh and blood |
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Disfigured by light and shadows |
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Mirror's power represses me |
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Exposure in a soft way |
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To receive this division |
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An eternityfor time to pass by |
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Pleasure instead of womb fruit's course |
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A climax but not the wise seed |
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The price of dwelling twosomeness |
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Unappreciated, burnt, the true self |
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Neither realized what is real |
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Nor am I untouchable |
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Intoxication by sweet sounds in my head |
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Shall never end, shall never pass away |
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The second self was born thereby |
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I'll never miss the mirror's image |
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Towards the gate |
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Disfigured by light and shadows |
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Mirror's power represses me |
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Exposure in a soft way |
