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Perception | ||
| Though I cannot see the sun It may still be having fun, Far above the clouds at play, Gleaming brightly all the day. My perception is askew, Not quite seeing all that's true. So it is with folks I meet In my job or on the street. They may be aglow inside With a joy they choose to hide. If I try to friendly be I may then their secret see. | ||
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