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The lamplight illuminates a dark room
A stolen picture is recovered from a shipwreck
At the entrance of a cave countless seagulls flutter
A lake of mirror is the fountain of youth
Empty souls inhabit its mountains after twilight
Empty visions
After the last hour that is a white rose

One can not fully ascertain the unknown
But the real illusion is quite opaque.
Shall we understand ourselves better now?

The final tragedy comes by newsletter
The headline reads:
"Small child swept away by sea"
And the young child is you or I
Lost in an enigmatic swirl of an ancient vigor.