It's blurring out of sight
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The faces flickering in the tinsel light on the esplanades
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Fluid and vanishing
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Dissolving, hiding things
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In your room, after the scene, when the faces shift
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Into someone else
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The arcade is echoing
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In a shattered self, the figure's shimmering
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Alter all the static thoughts
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Into something less than what was sought
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The splendour of within
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Inner helplessness no more
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Empty habits cure the needs
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Solely to concede
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Never disagree
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Seek obscurity in lucidity
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My identity is dying,
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Someone said: "Can you believe this line?"
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And for all I know there's a cure
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Faltering, reversing forward
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Sentiment's never odd or even
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The minds are solid as liquid
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It's reverberant and faint
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Vaguely luminous
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Everything has changed
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And nothing is the same
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Disintegration
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Theatre Of Tragedy |