A new world is born everyday
Out of the corners of our eyes.
Things once seen pass away
Into the newer and more real.
Time always captures our fancy
To build up a wiser man.
Our life is but a game of chess
Where every foolish act pays.
If we couldn't change the world
We could at least change our eyes.
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