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It was very late last night I sat at the radio Dialing from left to right Why I do 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 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