Voices


Still the sun rises in the morning
And the birds still sing
Yet I know not why
Why does the land rejoice?
My eyes lie empty
Still the sun rises in my mourning

There is a man with me
Who are you?
Yet naught he answers me

For nothing I reach out to nothing
For nothing I am nothing
For nothing naught is nothing
For there is nothing

I look into the mirror
But it is not myself I see

This is real
But when I turn myself around
This is real

They said
Go
Build your tower

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