In my heart is where I keep,
All my love and devotions,
All the notions of what could be,
But what we will never see,
Is the emotions of others,
The true thoughts of our,
Fathers and mothers,
The condescending feelings,
Of our sisters and bothers,
We fear what others may think,
That what we hold dear,
May seem obsolete,
Somehow we think our,
Viewpoint is unique,
So...
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