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Spent reflex cannot recall,
if and or what would be
A leaf can somewhat hide behind,
what we don't want to see
The obvious is hidden bout,
stuck up under our nose,
we look so far beyond our sight,
sometimes our minds slam close
Somehow if we would take the time.
to watch the clock tick by,
we'd see the beauty that sits still,
as crystal clear as sky
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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