| Silent reflections start to shout
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| Shadows live their own lives
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| They move across and go beyond
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| Onward the slow oblivion
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| Northern winds won’t bring relief
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| Western deserts don’t let breathe
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| Eastern stars no longer lead
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| Southern swamps in mourning bleed
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| Permanent pleasures are denied
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| Useless treasures — not a reason to fight
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| Unbearable burdens tore you apart
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| Unpleasantly down and never upward
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| Triple suns produce less light
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| Their warmth cannot ignite
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| Melted minds coexist
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| In one body they resist
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| Never apart
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| Never united
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| Always ignored
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| Forever oppressed
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| Never apart
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| Never united
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| Always ignored
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| Forsaken and stressed
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| Dissected into three, they breathe
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| And like a tree
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| There is one root, and independent branches
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| They live their lives despite all tensions
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| Like three dimensions, they exist
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| Under the thinnest domes
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| The multiverse is their execution
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| The global cataclysm destroyed the worlds
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| And it will never be forgotten
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| Despite the treatment
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| Our hero is condemned
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| Turn apart, he never knows
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| What world is real
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| But is there a real world?
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| How can we understand?
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| The cell is split into three
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| The triple self in agony
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| Is lost and never rests
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| The same are muscles, bones, and kin
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| It never knows that it has been
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| Forgotten and always crashed
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| In the dimension with no borders
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| It doesn’t see the normal order
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| Of things around and deep within
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| Input conditions were not light
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| With social laws as burdens
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| Which are blindly
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| Deforming the newborn mind |