Lyrics the Machine in the Garden - Twenty Shadows

each substance of grief, hath twenty shadows
which shows like grief itself, but is not so
for sorrows' eye, glazed with blinding tears
divides one thing entire to many objects
like perspectives, which gazed upon show nothing but confusion
eyed awry, distinguished form, find shapes of grief more than himself to wail
which for things true weeps though things imaginary
for sorrows' eye, glazed with blinding tears
divides one thing entire to many objects