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It was very late last night,
I sat at the radio,
Dialing from left to right,
Why, I did not know.

I heard a man in a voice low,
And sweet with circumspection
Say, "Innocent listener don't you know,
The flame is its own reflection."

The flame is its own reflection!

He turned me on, off I turned him,
We tuned out all direction.
I sat alone with my head aswim,
The flame is its own reflection!

The flame is its own reflection!

The universe is nought but sound,
Sound is its own perfection.
Mind is the only truth I've found.
The flame is its own reflection!

The flame is its own reflection!

I sat alone with my head aswim,
The flame is its own reflection!

Mind is the only truth I've found.
The flame is its own reflection!

Mind is the only truth I've found.
The flame is its own reflection!

The flame is its own reflection!

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