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Nothing is ever how it seems, Nothing is ever how we dreamed, Men work today, toil in vain, Trying to alive the eternal pain, Words are nothing but deceit, Tools with other's we mistreat, Like a path long unused, Feelings open to be abused, A lover's plight, Forever withheld from his loves slight, For she seems blind, And without a certain strength of mind, How can she miss what he displays? They both think back to bygone days, A simple dance, a simple game, Before they learned that words could maim, But for all of his learned skill He misses things that all men will He sees not that she'll dance with him To play this