And there was nothing
for a miles round
And nothing touched my empty soul
I looked again through broken glasses
And all I found - this deep black hole
Wasn't able to find myself under the foliage.
Wasn't able to find myself under the pavement.
Wasn't able to find myself beyond the precipice.
And I was too frightened to look beneath my skin.
So where should I look
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