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What is a perfect human, one who cannot speak, a word of opinion Cannot hear how strange others sound Have no eyes to see how loathful the world truly is, how slothful it has became Lost the ability to smell the roses in the morning Taste nothing but the soil they were buried in Yes a perfect human is pretty simple to find Though they may not have much to say And they may not be able to tell you where to find a place to find coffee at an odd hour They may not be able to hang around much But they certainly had been places, and seen many eventful things And unlike the average human being, they have at least lived And found the meaning, which is nothing less then a short lived memory A tombstone speaks more then a life has to say