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| Often when I sit to write, Staring out the window wide, Something new comes into sight, Having nowhere it can hide. Maybe it was always there, Waiting just for me to see, But if I did not take care, I would miss it easily. Let us our perception use As we view each daily scene. There is much that we could lose If we do not look between. | ||
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