So it is written with a pen of iron
And with the point of a diamond
Graven upon the table of your heart
That praise and blame are all the same
I hide this truth in secret places
Cover my tracks hide the traces
You search the horizon but you cannot see me
You search heaven and earth for ways to deceive me
From the vantage of vanity
From dust to disarray to dust infinity
Mirrors won’t freeze the lines on my hand
I trace and erase my face in the sand – Nausher

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