In your eyes, always a saviour,
In your heart, always a mentor,
A gloved hand holding in its palm,
The key that keeps your soul from harm.
In your eyes, always a friend,
In your heart you still pretend,
This gloved hand will one day, impart,
The true cure for your bleeding heart.
He is death,
He is deceit,
He crushes your heart
Beneath his feet.
Yet unto him you're heard to say,
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