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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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