Under the clear blue skies as you hide
From the self, in spite maybe
But lies, lying into my loving eyes
The air that escapes your nostril speaks
Of such endearing white fluffy stories
Of you wanting to fly amongst
On stapled wings of pretentious fie
Lie, lie, until the end of my time
And then lie again, pretend to be fine
In all that I have known and felt be sure
I haven't ever questioned if you were mine
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