You saw the brown in my eyes,
The grey in my hair,
The blemish on my skin,
My hidden despair.
In a moment of candour,
Beneath the yellow light,
You conjured up my fears,
But brightened up the night.
You saw the scars on my wrist,
The pride in my glare,
The seal on my lip,
The quiet in my air.
In a moment of candour,
You axed my broken ties,
Painted me in Prussian blue
And opened up my eyes.
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