One and the same, one and the same,
Surprisingly taken by you and your mirrored medicine,
So sweet but knee deep,
Then you just look for the lighthouse,
In need,
No signal?
Same to you.
But why?
Is there really no preference?
With a coat of indifference,
I know all too well.
Why was I so blind?
I should have known.
Oh dear, is it too late?
I should have known.
I should have known.
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