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MIRAGE
A heart as tender as moonlight
Can be turned to chilly stone
By the Medusa of lies and trickery
When fluttering trust has flown
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Thus we get older and wiser
All that glitters is not gold
Yet while we develop discernment
We remain upright brave and bold
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Discernment and encouragement
Guard our moonlit way
Warning us - don't follow a mirage too far
Until things are as clear as day
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