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MYSTERY
What is there within the face? I've known thousands, after all. Have loved - or believed I did - A few amongst that crowd. The shimmer of life in eyes More import than their colour. The rich huskiness of voice A stronger lure than words. So - is it voice, or just the face That captures me, and haunts me so? Or - am I meant to never know?
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