Look around
Look to the sky
Look to the ground
The beauty is in the mystery
And the mystery is in the beauty
Old
Dead
Cold
Hard
Brutal
Vicious
And how is the magic
When beautiful is still there
In tears and dirt
a dancing swan is found
In pain and battle
a piece of laughter caught by the wind
In blood and shame
two lovers interlock fingers
In hurt is love
you catch me
you caught me
you rough fiend
rough and gentle
hard and sweet
a ragdoll you make me
you break me empty
u fill me with divine
friend or foe
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