Many have seen the dazed light. Many have spoke the wicked ways. Although many have waived that proud banner. Many have spoke the intelligent word. That Similarities divide us. And Differences attract us. Under the gleaming trees. Out of the thirsty desert. We realize to ourselves. That it is I who am in control. A windy breeze. A still, calm day. Who are we when we look inside of us? We are what we have made ourselves, Opposite.

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