"You are beautiful.
Listen: your face is perfection."
I know it's dark outside,
but I bear not to face it alone
I compose a picture within a golden frame
Black picturesque
My eyes dance in a glassy stare
to the distant sound of musical silence
But somehow they lower in a pool,
all wet and obscure
And I see this face
as a vivid picture of my very own self
And the eyes
They are watching me, and so am I
Inside out, whatever
I cannot grasp this
This duplicity
This lack of self-devotion
This classical cliché of a song
Listen: your face is perfection."
but I bear not to face it alone
I compose a picture within a golden frame
Black picturesque
to the distant sound of musical silence
But somehow they lower in a pool,
all wet and obscure
as a vivid picture of my very own self
And the eyes
They are watching me, and so am I
I cannot grasp this
This duplicity
This lack of self-devotion
This classical cliché of a song
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