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A girl of many faces.

And I don’t know who I’m looking at.
There’s no way to tell which is which
Or when they come and when they go.
Is that wine upon your lips? Or blood?

Is there something you need to tell me?
I cannot see the story through your eyes
Stare as I might, through day and night.
Is that a tear, or a sparkle, in your eye?

It’s a strange thing, to love a stranger.
When I have no idea what is true
And what is the truth.
Is that a lie on your tongue? Or the truth in disguise?