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Epiphany
Suddenly I see the world as it is Not perfect, but trying to be Not pretty, but worth looking at Not as it should be, but always changing. I see those living around me Often in error, but trying to do right Angry and fighting, but seeking for love Not what they should be, but able to change. I see myself as I am Just like this world I'm living in Just like all those I see around me Not what I should be, but willing to change.
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