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A painting torn apart

Scenes from a dream

So beautiful we thought it was endless

I hear your words

Bloodstains on glass, mirror of me

Now alone this dance I tread

I remember songs from your strings

The beginning takes a thousand shapes

This story has no second start

You broke those strings

All life has taught me, hope is felt in vain

It ends anyway with one last page

You know my words

Still hoping for more, I write the last page

Now I know the end has poetry in its fury

I will never hear song from your strings

The beginning takes a thousand shapes

This story has no second start

You broke those strings

All life has taught me: hope is felt in vain

It ends anyway with one last page

Hope is an illusion we feed ourselves

Beautiful ideas

Two mirrors reflecting each other eternally

I know the last page