| From times immemorial I lived in darkness
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| In blooming silence. |
| Eyes — only able to see
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| In darkness, ears — only able to hear the
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| Beat of my heart. |
| My senses are dead
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| Eternal darkness — eternal silence —
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| Dreamless sleep. |
| I roused up by an
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| Unfamiliar thought: flared up pictures had
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| Died like falling stars. |
| My hope for light
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| Rushed through my body. |
| An unknown but
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| Warm voice cut the dull silence: words which
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| Never would open my closed lips. |
| Weally, I
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| Noticed a pale face but full of life and with
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| A painful expression. |
| I foresaw its tears
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| Which never would find their way to freedom
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| For this long time I had been on my own but
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| Who was this transparent statue?
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| I was able to see with its eyes and able to
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| Hear with its ears. |
| I felt with its senses…
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| I absorbed its thoughts and dreams to live
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| There in. But as soon as sleep had left me I
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| Was alone again, nearer to death than
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| Before. |
| One feeling remained, my yearning
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| For breaking out of this darkness to float in
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| Radiant light to understand the spoken words
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| After all. |
| I wanted to conquer the regions of
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| Light and tone. |
| Therefore I would fight. |
| I would
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| Cut off the veil of darkness with my beholding
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| Eyes. |
| With my hearing ears I would force the
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| Silence to scream. |
| Then the spell would be
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| Broken and I would be free. |
| Now — in the
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| Distance I already can see the light and hear
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| The gentle voice that tempt me. |
| I walk
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| Towards, try to touch it…
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| Finally, I step out from this world into this
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| Light. |
| As I reach the source of light and tone I
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| See the pale face with eyes full of life, I listen
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| To the words. |
| I’m not alone any longer
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| But… It’s my mirage |