FORMULA
Begin with a sketch of a skeleton
That hasn’t yet earned a face
Combine with the miracles of nature
Filtered through the madness of men
Add the innocence of a child
Who hasn’t yet learned of death
Mix it with an old man’s wisdom
That everything in life has a price
Stir in the passion of a lover
Enthralled in a candlelit room
Strain it through a widow’s sorrow
Who still waits for his key in her door
Then finally give it a name
As soulful as a bittersweet song
And you will have made a masterpiece
A mirror that reflects the world
Begin with a sketch of a skeleton
That hasn’t yet earned a face
Combine with the miracles of nature
Filtered through the madness of men
Add the innocence of a child
Who hasn’t yet learned of death
Mix it with an old man’s wisdom
That everything in life has a price
Stir in the passion of a lover
Enthralled in a candlelit room
Strain it through a widow’s sorrow
Who still waits for his key in her door
Then finally give it a name
As soulful as a bittersweet song
And you will have made a masterpiece
A mirror that reflects the world
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