Echoes that somehow
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Can surround us
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Can resound through stillness
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Like thoughts of shifting this balance
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Ideas of ideals convolve like intricate phases
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Your revelations displayed at two thousand expositions
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The mind is going out now
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Slowly passing by windows
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And someone's silver shatter-shape
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Re-form perfect symmetry
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And give us dis-concord
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Find a place to be now
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To a-view the beauty of deconstruction
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In a surplus of noise that no one hears
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Where silence surrounds us
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Idyllic translation
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From quiet to noise
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In every city street made of steel and concrete
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Passing adjoining buildings that fall apart
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Forever sincere
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Remind me of these times
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All features shattered
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Slightly off-key
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Scattered and forgotten
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The patterns vividly deformed
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Shine a light on placid visions to revere
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Found a place where structures come down
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Beauty Of Deconstruction
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Theatre Of Tragedy |