I am surely an old hand
At the smiles of newness.
I have seen these all before.
I have seen them change
Into something else,
Something new for oldness,
No more pretended welcome
Once I know the truth of it.
I am surely an old hand
At the smiles of newness.
I have seen these all before.
I have seen them change
Into something else,
Something new for oldness,
No more pretended welcome
Once I know the lie of it.
I am surely an old hand
At the smiles of newness;
Just as surely a new face
Among these new faces.
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