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X-Ray ©

Gordon Fjaelberg
Bridgend, Wales
1968

My eyes are far more probing
Than an X-Ray machine,
For they can see the real you
Behind your built-up screen.
Every muscle, every fibre,
I can very plainly see;
There isn't any part of you
Which hides itself from me.

Everybody knows
I'm an X-Ray;
Don't tell me any lies,
I'll find you out -
Straightaway!

I can look into your heart,
Don't tell me it's not so;
My questing gaze can burrow,
And it knows just where to go.
I know what you've been doing,
I know every place you've been,
Because my eyes are likened
To an X-Ray machine.

Spoken:
"So relax, please don't be nervous,
Just look straight into my eyes.
Let your memories return to you,
For the past can't be denied.
Just concentrate, and listen hard
To the things I have to say,
Then your life will gain new meaning
Which it lacked until today."

I'm an X-Ray machine
That will wipe your mind clean;
Every fear, every doubt
Will come tumbling out
Beneath my stare;
Are you secretly wishing
I was there?



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