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		I cover myself, soakedby the tears of shame,
 in sin, in taking modesty
 by stealth
 
 Your refusal is a means to stop
 so litte, so less, to say the least
 I've lost two thirds of my heart
 the love, the life; a breath
 may be to spare
 
 I too grieve for you
 but in you lies
 my only way out
 
 For all I can do
 is give me make-up
 and mask some of the
 scars, which glance
 in your light that makes
 that I
 cannot face your beauty
 cannot face
 the world today
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