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March 4, 2013
To delve into emptiness
A sorrow filled with fear
A longing for a presence
Touch, a smell, to hear
Such a beautiful sound
Such a beautiful tune
To sit and sing, or act obscene
To be a little green, or be far from lean
One must be seen not by colors galore
But by the magic they've made
By the sights they have seen
One must be given a chance to be free
Of charge, of ridicule, of pain and of sorrow
One must be seen for the chance that they borrow
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