Today I stopped to talk
to a lady named Truth
I couldn't help but wonder
why she looked so familiar
something about her face
I knew I had seen it before
Then I remembered where...
hers was the same as the disguise
worn upon the Lady that Lies
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 4:00 AM UTC
Today I stopped to talk
to a lady named Truth
I couldn't help but wonder
why she looked so familiar
something about her face
I knew I had seen it before
Then I remembered where...
hers was the same as the disguise
worn upon the Lady that Lies
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