| Within the hall of mirrors
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| Within a crowd of you
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| Where youre gathering in cloudform
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| Refusing what is true
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| Uncertainties reflecting all along the way
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| While I still meet with confusion
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| In what to do or say,
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| Oh please… dont reveal who we are
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| Can we wonder at the mystery so far?
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| Maybe someday we will find the thing we are,
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| Be it under a stone or behind the door,
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| Languishing on an ocean floor,
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| Within the heart or hanging on a star…
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| The mystery we are.
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| Russian dolls concealing a dream within a dream
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| Where the depths beneath the surface
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| Are rarely ever seen
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| If you know the answer
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| And if you find the key
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| To the opening of secrets
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| And you offer it to me, and I say;
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| Please, dont reveal who we are
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| Can we wonder at the mystery so far
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| Maybe someday we will find the thing we are
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| Be it under a stone or behind the door
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| Languishing on an ocean floor
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| Slumbering in a dreamless sleep
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| Melting into the velvet deep within the heart
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| Or hanging on a star…
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| The mystery we are. |