These human hands have potential,
To ignite, incite, induce,
Those polar feelings we love to find,
Like love's unlikely truce.
These human eyes have always pierced,
The soul, the sin, the sane,
And now we wear a judges garb,
Judge the guilty and the vain.
To ignite, incite, induce,
Those polar feelings we love to find,
Like love's unlikely truce.
These human eyes have always pierced,
The soul, the sin, the sane,
And now we wear a judges garb,
Judge the guilty and the vain.
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