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Not a soul, not a soul; the truth is never ever told
Temporary permanence, the box of secrets forever holds
It dies, it cries, it's paralyzed, silence held behind these eyes
A world of firsts within the fields of which second is all that lies
Unity of pairs of souls, the mirror one way, light it flows
The shadows stay and stain the side without reflections, only cold
Ticking hands in circles, reach the end and start again
In sight the end, the road it grows, infinity descends
Temporary permanence, the box of secrets forever holds
It dies, it cries, it's paralyzed, silence held behind these eyes
A world of firsts within the fields of which second is all that lies
Unity of pairs of souls, the mirror one way, light it flows
The shadows stay and stain the side without reflections, only cold
Ticking hands in circles, reach the end and start again
In sight the end, the road it grows, infinity descends