Ones I saw the
world I see being
developed in its own
tragedy, going were
no world should be
dyeing on its way
meeting its own gravity
Should the world I see
tell stores of war and it's
own great tragedy, or
should it tell how beautiful
this world is to see to remember
that all I see is beauty standing in
front of me.
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