What glacial villainy,
deep in the bluest eye.
What thrift of movement,
of expression. What want
of love that cannot finesse
a smile. What stagecraft
that might save your life,
or break you in two.
deep in the bluest eye.
What thrift of movement,
of expression. What want
of love that cannot finesse
a smile. What stagecraft
that might save your life,
or break you in two.

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