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When you look up at the night sky you only see a few bright stars shinning
As if they were trying
To show the world how important it is to be one of kind
In this society were everyone is blind
Not many take the time
To see what's right in front of there eyes
Full of mis-beliefs
Thinking they are the only chief
Will there ever be time
For a person to realize their own rhyme
Colliding with a mere disguise
Created by lies

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