Softly, whisper those words so softly, for better
or worse about me, open up your heart so
carefully, put it on the table, don't worry, it's
in good hands with me; I'll place it upon the
ledge and mirrors will face it, to reflect the
inner beauty mistaken, for everyone to admire this
work of art, sculped to perfection and shaded in
light and dark, traced with a stencil while lead
hold's the pencil's true mark; Gently, a blanket
covers pieces remaining from last night's fight,
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your critics that mixed deadly potions to form, a
so-called harsh expert who's notions are tender
and warm; So tainted, the rust is soon to erode
our faith in, whatever it is we have our hopes on
making, the truth be discovered and all lies are
smothered right from the start; and till I rest my
case and pledge death do us part; (I'll write a
book that takes a good look into a pure heart, why
do we make this so hard ) many times at end