There is a trick I like to play on me
A trick you often play as well I’d bet
I tell myself a lie I half-believe
Suspecting it untrue and then forget
I see writ large whatever fits my case
And brush aside the facts that do not suit
Revive a memory somehow erased
Amending recollection branch and root
My story is by prejudice composed
From elements, some accurate, some not
Embroidered with some detail I’ve supposed -
What surely happened, but I had forgot
They said I perjured as I did deceive
But it’s not perjury if you believe
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