[Words: John Robert, Music: John Robert and Lengsel]
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I know it is dark outside
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But I bear not to face it
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Alone
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I compose a picture within a golden frame
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-Black picturesque
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My eyes dance in a glassy stare
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To the distant sound of musical
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Silence
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But somehow they lower in a pool
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-All wet and obscure
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And I see this face
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As a vivid picture of my very own self
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And the eyes
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They are watching me
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And so am I
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Inside out, whatever
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I cannot grasp this
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This duplicity
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This lack of self-devotion
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This classical cliche of a song
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Opaque
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| Lengsel |
