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I see you...
I look at you
And I can not
Not noticing
That today you are a bit...
Different.
Maybe it’s my fault,
Maybe it’s the light
Or perhaps you are always so.
It seems to me
You’re wearing a mask,
That one that I saw,
Hanged on your wall
Like a trophy.
And I can not
Not noticing
That today you are a bit...
Different.
Maybe it’s my fault,
Maybe it’s the light
Or perhaps you are always so.
It seems to me
You’re wearing a mask,
That one that I saw,
Hanged on your wall
Like a trophy.
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