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Elegy - The Great Charade lyrics
An' through the mist I see, an image standing there But do my eyes deceive me I'm seeing what I see, what is reality It's just a game The great charade, which we play Are we here, to pick out the clues Opposites they always meet... try to focus try to see Nothing here is what it seems.. in this world, nothing's real Try to focus try to see... where opposites always meet Nothing in this world is real... nothing here is what it seems A concept so surreal, this abstract world in view With no beginning or ending Our rationality, we think therefore we are If it's a game, who makes the rules An' now the mist has cleared, thyn eyes the truth they see Beneath the mysteries, the magic Our future is in our hands, if we are who we are The choice is ours, if we choose |
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