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Paradox

Drew Hurley

Sing of sadness.

Dance for doom.

Light the fires

That hide the gloom.

Tomorrow is coming,

It will not wait;

Youth will sag,

And put on weight.

.

See the sounds,

And hear the light;

Man has his senses

All in a fright.

Now we are lost

And don't know the way,

Yet soon we need

To voice our say.

.

Sun rise at West.

Sky beneath.

One day we will find

That hens do have teeth;

And when we do,

We will surely know

That Black is White,

As Black as the Snow.

.

Color, oh color,

Where is thy sting?

Gone are the stigmas

Which mark man's being.

Fear need not blind

us of our sight;

In truth we have learned

One powerful right.

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All men are alike.

Color means naught.

Beauty comes from within

And cannot be sought.

Goodness and bad

Are in every hue,

But all of importance

Lives within you.

.

ALL of importance

Lives within you.



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