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Undulating speech Hoarding syllables A strange inflection Upon patterned symbols "Here lies..." A century's synopsis Take these eyes And spin around, blind Feeling of surreal enchantment Blinding smile in mirror's fragments Sadness shattered a mind at ease Bright and piercing, whose eyes are these? Insidious speech Hoarded syllables A strange inflection A codified evil "Here lies..." A century's synopsis Take these eyes And spin around, blind Folly follows from introspection No stone I cast will shatter this reflection Let me feel nothing, tell me a lie True my mind, or let me die