Are your words always this brilliant,
Or is this just a good night?
Is this how you look all the time,
Or is it just the light?
Are you my stair to salvation
Or my detour to disgrace?
What multitonal mysteries
Could hide behind that face?
I can ask so many questions,
But the answers won't be sure,
'Cause as quick as I wonder,
You're already out the door.
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