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With work worn hands His life he commands With a touch like satin His love with her is fastened He is coarse and crude And sometimes lewd But when she is near His true self is clear From everyone else his kindness is hid His inner self thought morbid Often mistaken as mean His heart went unseen She has shown him such kindness For his faults she has a blindness Her straight forward ways And her loving gaze She must make him see He is everything she wants him to be She sees beyond his outer walls To her heart he always calls Only to her is his heart displayed To others this still isn't portrayed |
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