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Look Ye At Me
Look ye at me, my eyes match my scars, running with blood and tear.
They pour unwilling abundant, contained with the lust and the dust unforgotten.
Learn ye from me, my age match my life, swinging with time and fear.
They come unnoticed fast, remained with the past and the mask unchanged.
Come ye with me, my will match my thoughts, acting with strength and steer.
They glow undiscriminant mad, blamed with passion and fashion unknown.
