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Millions of faces I see,
my seven friends stare at me.

Many disguises they take,
who next to impersonate?

Change physical appearance, 
though only seven choices.

Seven eyes, seven noses,
Seven smiles, seven poses.

Mix and match to seem unique,
the truth none will dare to speak.

Lessons taught from place of love,
even crimes later absolved.

I see you for who you are,
wish once made upon a star.

– Speak

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