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A great many of us want, We don't know the whole of it, Yet, we feel, sense, feel more, And we want. We write our words, Sing our sounds, Paint the pictures of our insides, For others to see, And we want. We are here, And much of what we want, is there, Impatient, we wait, while we feel it so near, And we want.
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Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 2:42 AM UTC
To Be Human
A great many of us want, We don't know the whole of it, Yet, we feel, sense, feel more, And we want. We write our words, Sing our sounds, Paint the pictures of our insides, For others to see, And we want. We are here, And much of what we want, is there, Impatient, we wait, while we feel it so near, And we want.
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Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 2:42 AM UTC
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