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You fall in love with a man
who's in love with his disguise.
He wears a black suit, black tie,
covers himself in glory, his eyes the starry sky.
In his bed, the book is written.
faithful lover, he authors your prison.
You cling to the book of his love,
singing its melancholic words.
In his black suit, black tie,
his scorn covers you in bruises, blackens your eye.
But the book, you still read
even after he leaves, and the love is dead.
You're disgusted by those lines,
losing faith in all of mankind.
You'll find yourself in time,
but one day again, you'll become the man in the suit and tie.
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