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i know

i said we wouldn't talk about it again


i wasn't the one to bring it up this time


we can't do anything differently then we


did last time anyway because how could


we we've already proven we can't break


the reflection in the mirror stays never was


there more a silent of a face looking into


a reflection of a mask in a mirror looking


back and round the mask the world spins


while the mask round the earth circling


and beneath the mask death wears in


the desert of the sand whom shall be it

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