Secretly we long for the time
When the soul will be evident
In every face when a glance
will reveal its true intent
When there are no more secrets
What will we make of it
When the appearances are disclosed
To be better or worse than thought
When it will be impossible to lie
When what one sends out into the world
Will be immediately obvious
And to be faced inside
Where there is no where left to hide
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