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The real, the genuine, the unforced and true
Sought by all in a plastic, disposable world.
My life long search for that grail
Love finely wrought, deep from the soul
Without constraints and taken freely
Natural but unrecognized
In these times of prepackaged ballads
And anything goes advertising
When an emotion so blessed
Becomes a commodity
Is it any wonder?
That the search becomes more treacherous
In order to realize
Such a driving force
All too often buried
Under thick, twisting scars
Seems almost impossible
And yet, it has occurred
Not to be denied or hidden away
From fear of a mad journey
It is ours to live, to share
To accept the real
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