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Your face is lovely in the mirror

But I cannot love you.

How can I love you as you are

When you are different each passing second?

If only the world knew

You are a wolf in sheep's clothing;

You are salt in the pretense of sugar;

If only the world knew

They wouldn't talk of love so easily.

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