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Who is the old man, who fillsmy heart with greatest painyet his name remains unheard?I look at you and true tears shakemy eternal Saturnworld.
Who is the old man, whosepicture burned itselfdown to the bottom of my soul.
You push me back and raise me up,the criteria for both I long to know.
Who are you I worship? What is thename of the one I saw?
Tell me how to reach you, to you I'dbow my head in awe.
You speak to me but what is it I hear?
We have never really touched...- such is the design of my greatest fear.
Cruel, cruel, cruel... a veil I cannot penetrate,in different worlds we dwell,attempting to dissolve what separates.I force my face against this strangestmembrane-wall and desperately I call for youfrom the darkest depths of my lonely soul.
The mist of the dimensionsthrough which to glance it seems not allowed,or maybe it's just that our "level" is of nointerest as it is simply too low.
Is it true that only the mirrors' strengthcan conquer the mist and then be therefore received?
You turn around the illusion of a voice...- my desire crowned by another defeat.
If doubt walks in I am growing weak in fear...- "one day all pictures fade".
Lying down, looking inside
I call my dead lover in his grave.
My eyes have caught a glimpse of you,now I devour myself to embrace your peace.
The distance grows, we drift apart.
What is the use of eyes if they cannot see?
Hear me in my darkness,please wait for me, I'll find the way.I promise, I shall resist the tides,until I'm finally united with you again...
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