A surface molecularly smooth
Without gloss
Soft to the touch
Without the gleam of reflection
Here there is no light
Here there is no breeze
Without the power to see the truth
Energy contained
Here there is no life
Only the merciless drive of passion
A surface molecularly smooth
Without gloss
Soft to the touch
Without the gleam of reflection
Here there is no light
Here there is no breeze
Without the power to see the truth
Energy contained
Here there is no life
Only the merciless drive of passion
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