In here I am speaking of a world I do not personally know, yet only can imagine. In time, though we, with knowledge of what is real may slowly strive to then appreciate change, and center our world with ‘love’
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We did know her pain
witnesses of vacancy
in the Man that spoke
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watch and learn and cry
for no other reason why
except to accept
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time is a rule now
learned with years of sacrifice
these blues so sweet sing
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when last we spoke you
suggested lies forgiven
yet still your eyes play
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Society breathe
spark imagination wake
our proclivity
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listen to passions
jazzy instrumental speak
loud cry on this love!
What Crosses My Mind 
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