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From Somewhere

From somewhere came I into this place
Though from where I come there is not a trace
But in the mirrors glass I first see my face
A conscience then becomes me.
 
As through these eyes a world I see
This place to which I make my plea
New senses race within me
As from something I am freed
 
That freedom then eludes me
And I cannot know from where
Is this then the key I see
And I turn around to stare.
 
I am looking but see nothing
How then can that be?
What is this place called here?
Wherever can I be?
 
A world appears before me
And through its time I pass
But still my past eludes me
And my future is as glass
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