... I don't really understand you either Niamh
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humor so phony, I can’t help but laugh
your mask, and was touched by your gloves,
and for this; I can no longer dance with grace.
And though the clouds are gone, there are shadows
In my eyes as I look at you, sneaking behind the table
I used to cry behind my feathered eyes for you