If looked within
Was it there? was, was it!
But the utmost feeling
Of a littile all
I understand no
This feeling is purely new
Then, then it consistently, was
Did not attempt
Try seeing it's self
For it's self it was
Now, now it seeks
Strives to find the was
Merely finding a little all
Pursuing was
For some found
Others it always remains
A Little All
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