Seeing is superior like the wind,
It rages on with the light on,
Feeding the humanoids with kindness,
Depressing the enemy,
Collapsing beyond the time to end.
Your eyes are so beautiful that you
See them, exposing fright and sight;
It enrages you constantly to see the
Men of the land be wicked and rich,
When you die according to the plan.
Your unique seeing is like the feeling
Of a thought, futures exist for some,
And your ears hear the love of letters
In this lifeless world, where proper
Creatures lurk in the wilderness.
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