What I see

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We shove the type of earplugs in our skulls that play our heart strings, And sweet voices, And the sounds of glorious boredom.
I see beauty in little things. I see how light brings out their details. I see how joy composes my lenses and peace it frame. I see creativity in raw material.   I see life stem from death and
His big brown eyes are what pull me in, He thinks they’re dumb,But I think they’re beautiful.I look into his eyes and I find a story,  
With a single point of focus I don't need to see around me I just need to see in front of me See the path laid out for me And see the life I won't lead   The past I have won't control what I do
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