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TAmhe light hits my eyes in the first of the morning I Ctake in this spectrum of wonder OfAm how unlovely things can be balanced AnCd yet shadow me with despair BuAmt it washes away when You
CAmome out I see just how beCautiful You are when You CoGme out The night seems disaCppear in You
I Amstudy the surface of this visage You've given ItC speaks nothing of the things hidden BuAmried beneath what needs improving LiCes an outcast unworthy of touching BuAmt it washes away when You
HoAmw could something so utterly unspeakable BeG found in this The ugCliness of the horror of Your cAmross ItAm washes away when You