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THEIR EYES DRESS MY OUTSIDE LOOK. Give me a clean inside and l don't care for all my outer state if foul or fair. Let all the people say l am a thief if l am certain that l lead clean life. Let all accuse my honour and my name and all my friends indict me for deep shame. If l look inside and find myself clean, I feel as fresh and pure as winter rain. Nothing can disturb my inner clean white if that pure ****** snow lives in my heart, but whiteness can't be true when dressed as clothes as it can hide the dirt that the heart loathes. I scrupulously dress myself inside. Let people dress me as my deeds decide. If they have ***** eyes, that is their flaw. That can't smear my heart or change its hue. BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 11:11 AM UTC
THEIR EYES DRESS MY OUTSIDE LOOK.
THEIR EYES DRESS MY OUTSIDE LOOK. Give me a clean inside and l don't care for all my outer state if foul or fair. Let all the people say l am a thief if l am certain that l lead clean life. Let all accuse my honour and my name and all my friends indict me for deep shame. If l look inside and find myself clean, I feel as fresh and pure as winter rain. Nothing can disturb my inner clean white if that pure ****** snow lives in my heart, but whiteness can't be true when dressed as clothes as it can hide the dirt that the heart loathes. I scrupulously dress myself inside. Let people dress me as my deeds decide. If they have ***** eyes, that is their flaw. That can't smear my heart or change its hue. BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 11:11 AM UTC
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