Ah sweet ability to see
(Not that I could not before)
How strange you make me look to me
(A simple fact I can't ignore).
I used to have an image made
(Of course, only inside my head)
Of how my features all were laid
(And how that laying should be read)
And now I find you have quite changed
(Though that itself may not be ill)
What I conceived, and rearranged
(Impressive feat against my will)
The face that made me known as mine
(A miracle of strange design).
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