[L and M: Igor L.]
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I send my cry too far
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(but nobody hears it).
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Make me a mask of lies,
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While I'm searching inside.
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What lies within?
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Turn to empty words.
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How can I define?
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May I try to define?
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Life ... Mind ... and Soul
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[Chorus:]
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Life, Mind, Soul,
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It's all so confusing...
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A pale cold rhetoric...
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Just like an illusion...
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Of what I would like to be.
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My precious flame seems like
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Any futile light.
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The fellow man I deny
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A mirror of the shame I hide
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I hide...
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Try to conceal
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But my flesh will always be weak
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Dive deep into me
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Air lacks, will never reach.
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[Chorus]
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Essence
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| Poema Arcanus |
