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I know it is dark outside
But I beat not to face it alone
I compose a picture within a golden frame
- Black picturesque
My eyes dance in a glassy stare
To the distant sound of musical silence
But somehow they lower in a pool
- All wet and obscure
And I see this face
As a vivid picture of my very own self
And the eyes
They are watching me
And so am I
Inside out, whatever
I cannot grasp this
This duplicity
This lack of self-devotion
This classical cliche of a song
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