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The House of Cries and Laughter

is standing on the reef

surrounded by the wet fog

and the silence

The tall and slender spires

are shining like a jewel

in the setting sun

It doesn't matter where you

come from or when it all began;

now the Final Quest is through:

the House awaits you...

Beyond the open door there's nothing in the hall

but the dust upon the floor and a mirror on the wall

with something wrong inside it:

it shows a different place,

and the visage of a Stranger

instead of your own face

[You]

"Can you see outside the mirror?

Are you bound to stay in there?

I will take you to the real world,

if you show me the way..."

[Stranger]

"You must be a joker of a fool:

how do you plan to set me free

when the queer reflection's you

and the very man is me?"

[You]

It's a dirty lie!

Keep your fake and flat reality,

and the Devil by your side!"

[Stranger]

"Then you must be blind

or a pray to your insanity,

for heaven knows I'm right!"

Then a puppet Angel comes

losing stuffing from his head,

with dirty wings of patched wool

hanging by some threads;

and the squeaking rusty root

of a Devil does the same,

each inside his private Mirror,

each inside a separate frame...

...They keep staring at you

dancing in their silver screens

with eyes as hard as rusty nails

that wound you deep inside

with their silent screens...

the House is cold and dim

as you shiver and wail

and still you don't know why...

[Angel]

"So you want to know the meaning

of the morbid sights you see,

no matter what the price will be..."

[You]

"I only wish to understand:

tell me what to do;

tell me who I am!"

[Devil]

"Yet i have more than a feeling

that you won't rely on me,

no matter what the price will be..."

[You]

I only try to understand:

tell me what to do;

tell me who I am!"

[Devil]

"First of all you're dreaming

for only when you sleep

your mind has got the heart to face reality

The truth you keep concealing

is more than you can keep;

it's poison in the nightmares of Humanity"

[Angel]

"We're all trapped within our Mirror

we're all lost inside ourselves

(as it's always been),

and to touch the cold glass border

is to find our Secret Hell:

Welcome In..."

Every night you dream that Dream

and just before you get it

you're woken up by your own scream,

and each time you forget it...

Perhaps some day you'll stand so near

the surface of the Mirror

to mist it up with one deep breath;

perhaps it'll be Tomorrow...