Man who's calling his own mind.
Thinking about floating time.
Once you meet yourself at mirror.
Once that you can see yourself.
It's quite clear, it's clear my dear,
more than you can imagine...
There is woman, of course woman.
And it's she who's holding glass.
With no frames, just glass in hands.
Eyes wide open, firmly standing.
It's quite clear, it's clear my dear,
more than you can imagine...
And than? You start to think about dignity!
And than about mercy!
And than about understanding!
Than about feelings!
And finally? What's the last point, object, something?
Maybe love and maybe loathing.
Rather nothing, really nothing.
But it's still quite clear, it's clear my dear,
more than you can imagine...
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