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I Am the World.


I am the arm of the world Reaching out to the other members Carressing and backhanding Because those who are not like me would not understand. I am the legs of the world Journeying around the sun Leading and stopping Because leading others too far is a risk. I am the eyes of the world Watching the cosmic madness Seeing and not doing Just because that is not my purpose I am the arms and legs and eyes of the world Reaching and journeying and watching Serving my purpose to the bare minimum. How much does it take to be uniform? For the arms to carry and always uplift For the legs to lead others to the best opportunity For the eyes to act on what they see How much does it take to be uniform? The secret is we are all uniform in that We serve our purposes to the bare minimum. I am the world And the world is me.
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