He, I asked, why it is so
You
That a fool, I, could be so lucky
Make
But so stupid to have not seen it for so long.
Me
Though in the end, I win,
Want
Because the joy he brings
To
Is everything pure and good
Be
And what will save us all in the end.
A
But to open our eyes, and see
Better
What it is all worth
Person
Is the light that will define humanity.

11/16/2003

Posted on 11/17/2003
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