It's past midnight, before the stars come out
Before the screams and shouts
Come out to play
Always disappointed in decisions made
It twists the hold even deeper
Leash wrapped tight
Automated breathers
Burn the skin, touch the light
And through these mirrors I see you
And any definition of beauty would be untrue
Unable to grasp the infinite
Unable to believe the definite
Your features so clear
Bring tears to angels' eyes
But you are blind to it all
You can't see what makes them cry
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