It is silent now, friend,
Alone, lonely, tranquil
All is gray and quiet
Full of dust, memories
Here, the sun only comes in the form of distant shafts
Far above where you can see
Here, you can sleep,
Reflected forever inside mirror

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And perhaps within each reflection
You will find your soul,
Ever so softly limned in slumber
And never without the taste of regret on its lips.