The man :

I was the man in the mirror that looked deep in your eyes.

I was the man that always was on your shoulder sides.

I was the pain you always felt deep in your heart.

I was the rain that fell of the roof in the gutter.

I have caught every drop of your tears in my hand.

I was the smile while you were crying.

I was your lips and tongue that caught loose while dying.

I was the man that you couldn’t accept while flying.

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