Why do we see icons where none lies?
What becomes of our empty eyes?
Let us not see, to ease our suffering.
The sound of the spectacle - it invades our cries.
Oh, too serious. Why do you persist with mirrors?
They only shape your crimes. First and last, we give all.
More than; we can die.
You will think that this is fabulous.
Look at what I can try.
A looser grasp on morals. Not at fault, I do.
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