Seneca - The Wealthy Dead Songtexte

Looking at myself, looking at you. You are, are you. Familiarity or necessity. Confusion is a misty grayness, something like the darkness. Solid to the seam. Positive things lie in the shadow of rain. Forever trapped behind glass and reflections. You are smearing the image. You must go far away. And you must be far away. I
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