Man Without A Face

There is a man without a face

I saw his portrait on a wall today

His hair is black and all in place

Don’t know his name

Don’t know his trade

Don’t know the reasons for his fate

I think a lot about him

Wonder how it feels to vanish with no trace

What it’s like to be a man without a face

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