The Real Picture
There’s a room that holds a portrait
When your face and sunlight meet-
As each day you make that holy vow
That bleak nights eyes can defeat.
So harsh now is that portrait
When what's real always see things through-
Reflected everything you’re not
And all that you are too.
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