Little Do the Others Know

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Little do the others know
How much I hurt inside.
But you, who must know everything,
Care little for my pride.

You, with eyes of steel, rebut
Without a word my pain,
And with a passion pitiless
Undo me once again.

The truth is ever loving, though
It recks not how we feel.
And you, who are the truth, love me
Too much to let me heal.

Copyright by Nicholas Gordon

Video Music: World of Ruin. By Damiano Baldoni. Performed by Damiano Baldoni
at the Free Music Archive under a Creative Commons Attribution license.

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