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Did you ever open a door?
And see leaves tossing in the sun -- But there are no leaves, And there is no sun. It's night and that's moonlight Catching the wind that chops the water of a black lake. When no one's around the eyes play tricks. Did you ever hear this song? “Earlobes, earlobes, earlobes, I love you, I love you.” But there are no earlobes And there is no love -- Dude's singing in Icelandic. Misheard lyrics hide a secret You'll never know. When no one's around the ears play tricks. Now do it on purpose: Hold a black lake in your lap, To reflect sunset on the edge of sight. But there is no lake And there is no light -- Only something black reflecting something invisible. Reality is, that everything we see is invisible Made of quarks and hadrons and leptons out of range -- Illusions of the brain let us function. When no one's around, decipher the mind's tricks. Black mirror, mind over matter.
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