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The Mission
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Mirror on the wall, and the wall without mirror, everything
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is wall, therefore I need your longing. Look at me !
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`Cause inside in my own longing lays a picture, locked up
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in unknown depth. Only you can free me, unbound me. See me !
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My dear, break the childhood’s witched mirror. Look!
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Call on me with your look, as if you really see me.
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We are standing under the earth, surrounded of our own darkness
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Of shame and degradation, our life is a grave around us
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Yes, even the loudest, most beautiful words can hold us in
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a stone-cave we have to break out of. So see me. Hey! See me then!
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We need each others longings. Behind sight line doors
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of day and night they maybe meet? Tell me you see me. See me!!!
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“S.Mehren” . . To English by AriZonaMoon
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