MP

You think
I think
Too much of thee
You think
That I
Refuse to see
What lies
Behind the mask
But I
Do see what hides
Behind closed eyes
But you
Don't see
And so you say
Good day to thee
And then away
And as I cry
I pray thee stay
You smile and nod
And go your way
And as my cries
Fall on deaf ears
My cries then
Slowly
Turn to tears
These tears
I've cried
For many years
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