A lovely face, apparent in the spring
With softened eyes of growing youth and light
But crosser lines of life, will hardship bring
So guard the precious face while it's in sight
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But how o'er thoughts of parting did tears flow
So hard for distraught narcissists to cope
With sad ideas, so why not let souls go?
A trade, we'll say, for beauty and it's hope
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But time grows on, corruptions stain and bleed
A cruel stare contrasts charming outward smiles
And yet, inside the heart's been laid a seed
Of loathing, for this only thing defiles
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And as the blade was thrust upon my chest
His wicked face engulfed the corpse at rest