Within the hall of mirrors
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Within a crowd of you
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Where you're gathering in cloudform
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Refusing what is true
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Uncertainties reflecting all along the way
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While I still meet with confusion
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In what to do or say,
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Oh please... don't reveal who we are
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Can we wonder at the mystery so far ?
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Maybe someday we will find the thing we are,
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Be it under a stone or behind the door,
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Languishing on an ocean floor,
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Within the heart or hanging on a star...
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The mystery we are.
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Russian dolls concealing a dream within a dream
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where the depths beneath the surface
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are rarely ever seen
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If you know the answer
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And if you find the key
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To the opening of secrets
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And you offer it to me, and I say;
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Please, don't reveal who we are
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Can we wonder at the mystery so far
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Maybe someday we will find the thing we are
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Be it under a stone or behind the door
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Languishing on an ocean floor
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Slumbering in a dreamless sleep
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Melting into the velvet deep within the heart
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Or hanging on a star...
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The mystery we are.
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The Mystery We Are
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| All About Eve |
