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Oh how i adore the book of faces

Faces that smile, faces that cry

And the faces that tell a story, a lie.

Gone are my precious tears, my chills, oh the thrills

Gone is my desire to burn , that fire within

Seldom do i hear the music of the day , so intimate

Even the night ceased its shows , so intricate

My window is now blue , full of friends

But i have lost my world, it met its end

I now stare into nothingness , from outside within

Maybe the book says go live and come back

Go find your story, the truth , the purpose

Be frightened , be sad , be loved and hated

you'll find it all for which you waited

The adventures, the chills, oh yes the thrills

Then rest in my embrace , tired and carefree

Oh how i adore the book of face, my lovely.