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| To the mirror-eyed Harlequin |
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| by Stille | Help me build my world
out of white little parts,
Bitter and sweet, happy and sad.
Color it pretty or color it dark
But cover my eyes to myself
Let me not see the world that's inside me,
Let me not see the barren halls outside,
Give me a truth, who cares it's a lie
And sing me a song, and give me a life
For I am right here, and here I now ask you,
My dear-hated Harlequin with deep and blank eyes,
Keeper of Darkness and Bringer of Light...
Am I like you, to wander absurdly
Into these barren halls of Nevermind
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