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Her shrewd gaze

Put me in a cage

Drew out all my rage

Could I stage

One last performance?

The romance gone

Common sense prevails

You sail with the wind

The toothless boatman said

The oar in his hand

His bland

Entreaties

Did not command

So who is exposed?

Only me I suppose

So I stood naked

Pictures and mirrors

Tell lies

Rake them over

Behind the disguise

There is a real man

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