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Please now look at me
My destiny was drafted in the skies
My fate was in the depth of hell rewritten for demise
Please now look at me and don't close your eyes
And love me as I am or leave me in despise
King Midas had the *gift* of turning into gold
Just everything whatever with his hands he touches
Oh, if I ever able be to turn My love into the word,
So precious as You are and meaningful still being as much is
