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HAWKWIND
In the cold grey-mask of morning I cry out But no-one feels the sound that I shout and you don't hear me through the tears you've shed and the dream-world that you've found Will one day drag you down The mirror of illusion reflects the smile The world from your back door seems so wide The house, so tiny it is from inside A box that you're still living in I cannot see for why You think you've found perception's doors They open to a lie
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