You see my eyes.
You see my face.
You see my body.
You see my raise.
That is what matters to you.
Not really me.
You like to try to rue
everything I might be.
I'm sorry for you.
That will not happen.
Trust it will not do.
Or my heart will go snapping.
It's not me it's you.
Yes o'yes that is true.
Not me not me.
But you, but you
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