There is no meaning left, in the sizzle and bustle of crowds
You can have as many, but people will only distract
A quiet reflection, when there was just One
Has created this marvel, this system of creation
I was but a loner, and then I wanted too many
Regret do I that this has, cost me my identity
Forgotten have I who I was
Forgotten have I who I am...
You can have as many, but people will only distract
A quiet reflection, when there was just One
Has created this marvel, this system of creation
I was but a loner, and then I wanted too many
Regret do I that this has, cost me my identity
Forgotten have I who I was
Forgotten have I who I am...
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