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Apr 2019
we cannot separate being from seeming
we could be seeing things
we could be dreaming

what small percent of this can we perceive?
we cannot know
we can only believe

the truth is everywhere
dark as the night
our minds overflow
with visions of light

how much do we see?
how much do we make?
how sure can you be
that you are awake?
Written by
Ciel Noir
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       Ciel Noir, T R Wingfield and Mike Adam
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