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Hearing not sines of distress
You and they choose, if so desired
To view my partial lack of presence
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Yet in my second mind I have seen you
And in four eyes I've clearly viewed it
Now I cannot discern the difference
Between this duali-reali-ty
In this pool I choose to float on plastic
It's illusory, anyway
I might feel true love one day
A river of tears I've cried, remembering your panicked falling glance
So we're not doomed to roam the darkness - our only time to dance
And I burn myself above the rails

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