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A mental aberration
thrust in to such
a perfect world
I am wrong
you are right
what can I do - to please
I could never see with your eyes
This is the season
of a falling moon
Torn from above
I could never see with your eyes
I could never think with your mind
Visions destroyed
I bow before
MY PERSONAL GOD
A mental aberration   thrust in to such   a perfect world   I am wrong   you are right   what can I do - to please   I could never see with your eyes   This is the season   of a falling moon   Torn from above   I could never see with your eyes   I could never think with your mind   Visions destroyed   I bow before   MY PERSONAL GOD