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I have made you appear more than perfect,
'Became a friend, an accessory too
When others doubted you and saw suspect;
I never turned away, I could not do.

Truth is, that I would lie to save his life
An only friend, no other I would save
Alike all these the things I now contrive
From love and thought to which I am a slave.
Those like a child I make all happier;
They must convey anything lie or true,
Become not more or less but what they are
Untold what they must be, what they must do.