Looking at my own face
In a mirror of Truth
In a mirror of Love
I feared.
Am I not sinful
And a man of imposture?
And am I not a terror
In Your world here?
I wonder what for
I am richly endowed
With jealousy and fraud
I wander here
Am I not distracted
Here I am quaffing the poison.
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