You and I, You are I, You are Imaginary

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When seeing is sought in a blink of an eye
When happenings turn fate into a faith that's defied
When thinking is thought to defend the blind lies
When reasonings spawn sanity to sole and soul's cry
When fighting is fought for such love that's died
Then what is there tonight - what's left is here tonight.





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