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How can she become sincere?

Her world is one of shadows and fears

Sorrow gloating all over the turn

Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run

How can she ever be more lovely?

She has the trusting soul of an angel

Without the winds of imaginary indignation

She is the arrow raising through the blizzard

How can she become sincere?

The intriguing forms of lying are too appealing

How cares about the obsolete ways of feeling?

Today is when we realize that all is forever changed…

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