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They're both a lamp whose sharpness I control Beauty lingers 'bout as long as flattery my friend That door doesn't let out but lets back in
Full of joy I'm needing, less of late I can return love to You the best that I know how I believe my worth has been redeemed And I can be a new man now
The devil goes to dinner amidst their bliss Following the need will lead me farther from truth's well Then only to be filled with what I miss
I'll shrink away from sight and thought and evil that appears
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