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Man in the Glass

Why can't I see you through radiant glass?

Blinding and shallow the images appear

So far away, yet yearning to be near

So black and white your words disappear

I draw my smile though I feel such fear

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Now making a sound, the view becomes clear

The more you speak, the impressions will last

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-Copyright � 1999�K.�Monge'