| This world has changed
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| Before our eyes — we can’t control
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| Waiting to find
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| Waiting here with nothing more to say
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| Goodbye to all I have said
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| Was waiting for decay
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| Here I am, waving to the waves
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| Catch the dream before we are
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| Left inside and everything is gone
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| Catch the dream before someone else is
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| Setting forth and illusive state of war
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| The shimmering flocks of shadows that
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| Surround the walls we are looking at
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| Mark of silence
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| It tells me to hide
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| It hides the divide
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| Me versus man
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| Bear the silence
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| Tell me, mother: how can I turn back old times
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| Maybe we are all asleep and die inside to taste
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| The urge to feel so much more
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| Closing all my windows to embrace
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| «Our identities are stories
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| With holes in their language
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| Slumbering, at the height of what
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| Could have been synchronicity or
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| Parallels in multiple dimensions
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| «Can we find any reference
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| In this abstract color field
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| This ambivalence, this dualism
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| Can we see the details of a bigger entity
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| What is the antidote
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| To the triviality of modern life»
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| Find the words to completion
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| Take me there, where I belong
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| Fallen into harsh delusion
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| Drawing circles to my illusion
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| To reflect me and my diffusion
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| Waves keep lashing down on the old shores
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| Sunlight sails the soothing silence
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| I am spitting letters
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| Paraphrased in sand
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| My words are set on fire |