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And the swans started singing before they set off in flight a cloud of white feathers against a backdrop of fire it's such a perfect picture, let's hang it on the wall drawn in explicit detail, depiction of the fall there's something about it that strikes a familiar chord the frail composition, the exposed and naked core but now the colors' fading, the lines become a blur and with my eyes less focused the motive seems absurd the features morph - reveals the dirty secret the metaphor - the canvas tears to pieces there is a truth - obscured by adaptation overt and raw - closed to interpretation make us forget you made us see at all and we'll repress the inescapable yeah we'll embrace the invalidity won't contemplate its plain transparency and the swans started singing before they set off in flight Aus Songtexte Mania