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The madman looked inside the eyes of the face upon the mirror -"
It seems I'm losing my way again" - he sighed .
And once again the tell-tale tears begin their journey downan ever deepening track .
His wife place a hand upon his shoulder.
How over these past few month, he's aged so many years.
He'd give this life to live again.
He'd be so more daring. Be so much bolder -but a little less aware.
It's something of which he can'tbe certain and so he stays restrained and hurting .
At breakfasthe places a kiss upon his only daughter.
How he longs for her to run to them as she did whenshe was young, but her secrets have become her fearstoo. Yet stell she remains his child.
His still-pretty wife manages so well. Makes excusesfor his abscence. Tries so hard to find the road he's on.
The madman combs his hair, his expression has returnedalmost to normal and he blends almost prefectly withthe crowd. back into an ordinary life.an ordinary life .
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