How much of me do you see,
I ask thee.
When thy head is clear,
and thou sharpen thine ear to hear.
How much of me do you see,
I ask thee.
When thou silence thine folly mind,
and thou finally find reasons to be kind.
How much of me do you see,
I ask thee.
When thou move beyond thy blind sight,
to behold the bright light.
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