God forbid
There are rocks in the river
God forbid
It isn’t crystal clear

The trees aren’t straight
The leaves aren’t symmetrical
The stars aren’t aligned
None of it is perfect

Roads are laid down
Laws are laid out
Stories are drawn up
None of it is perfect

People smile
People lie
People wonder
None of them are perfect

Nothing is perfect
So why do we say
That everything must be
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