I have not one Not two or three I rather stick with none Than make you agree
The face you once saw, The face you see now, And the face you see later Each is a different amphitheatre.
When you judge me, On the face you saw before, I won't make you understand For the face you will see later As I hold many...just like a curator.
When the first one compliment me And the second vilifies me Do not find their fault in it As the face I chose for them to see Is the surface of the thousands that lays beneath.