| It is not clear why all the white light
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| Twisted somersault?
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| The world is familiar, full of little signs,
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| He seemed to be unfamiliar.
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| Everything is so, and not so,
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| It is not clear what and how?
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| But it's not like it used to be
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| This is clearly a secret sign.
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| It's probably better to take it all back
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| It's just not clear how?
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| Sleeping in the crystal twilight
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| Rivers, mountains and forests.
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| And unknown signs
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| They send us heaven from heaven.
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| It is not clear who is good and who is the villain,
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| Where is the hunter, where is the eagle?
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| Probably much earlier than people
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| The God of doubt invented.
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| The snake does not bite.
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| And we seem to see
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| One and the same, you and me.
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| Help me, tell me, don't lie to me
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| Who are my enemies, who are my friends.
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| The night hides the moon behind a cloud,
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| The stars are learning to fly.
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| It all means something
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| You just need to read.
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| It is not clear why the whole world is silent
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| And quietly became different.
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| Is it just for two
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| And not heard by the rest?
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| It seems, everything is as always,
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| The firmament is still solid.
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| Yes, and in what is happening
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| There is no benefit or harm.
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| It is only clear that it is so immense,
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| Which is probably forever.
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| The night is as white as a white swan
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| With a black cloud on the wing.
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| As it is written in the sky
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| So it will be on earth. |