In this moment, it seems,
In this moment, it seems,
In this moment, it seems,
In this moment, it seems,
Nothing remains.
In this moment, it seems,
Nothing remains,
No moon, no sun, no dark, no dawn,
In this moment, it seems,
In this moment, it seems,
Nothing remains,
No moon, no sun, no dark, no dawn,
In this moment, it seems.
Through the eyes, a door appears,
Through the eyes, a door appears,
Through the eyes, a door appears,
A veil of beauty,
Through the eyes, a door appears,
A veil of beauty,
And in the heart's haven,
A dwelling of pain,
And in the heart's haven,
A dwelling of pain,
In this moment, it seems,
In this moment, it seems.
Perhaps it was a delusion,
Perhaps it was a delusion,
Perhaps it was a delusion,
Perhaps it was heard,
Perhaps it was a delusion,
Perhaps it was heard,
In the streets, the echo
Of a final footstep,
In the streets, the echo
Of a final footstep,
In this moment, it seems,
In this moment, it seems.
In the branches of thought,
In the branches of thought,
In the branches of thought,
Of a dense tree, perhaps,
In the branches of thought,
Of a dense tree, perhaps,
Now it will not find
A dwelling for dreams,
Now it will not find
A dwelling for dreams,
In this moment, it seems,
In this moment, it seems,
Nothing remains,
No moon, no sun, no dark, no dawn,
In this moment, it seems,
In this moment, it seems.
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