The sight of her
I saw myself
I walked inside
to see.
And then to find
I turned around
it's true
what people say.
I have found
I'm sure a way
I think
I look at her.
A baby has
her fathers
looks
she is what
I found.
And as I fade
from gray to black
she can
bring me back.
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