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Mysterious is the path that leads
To never-ending ends
Each man begins his journey same
The One Road we must all take
But walking down this narrow way
We reach the end and find ourselves
All at a different place.



The illusionist will tell you that
Nothing is as it seems
This life is but a memory of
The dreaming of a dream
Everything you see is but
A mirror of reality
To step inside this looking-glass
Would be to cross the veil of death
But only then can you wake
From your present sleep.