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		Diverted Beats
 While pencil draws circles of futures so bright,
 Envious looks cast the squinting black knight.
 A warm heart once beating it's side by my side,
 diverted it's beating to the left, to the right.
 
 wake from that dream, let's be unfair
 Raise a hell here, fill a hole there
 too many friends and too little care
 mock selfesteem , please change your hair
 
 the representation of a mirror speaks then,
 it has never been subject to the circling pen
 that makes it one of the very few men
 who will never be drawn though you know, that you can
 
 summoned bright darkness, begin from the start,
 the glass is half-full, a knife in that hart,
 no stringed guitar will tear it apart
 This isn't magic, let it be art
 
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