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When I open my mouth
Every word that I say
Paints a picture of me
For the others that day.
If I die, all the colours
Are shaded with grey
And the light and the life
Fade away from the day.
If the words that I say
Are the truth then they see
A clear likeness of God
In the picture of me.
