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The great decievers

Far and few see with their mind

And far less see it with their heart

Most of all see with their eyes

 

It's more than one but even then

You cannot see until the end

Our very will begins to bend

 

That which we see is not the truth

Can you not see the very prove?

That which is in front of you

 

The very thing we see is a lie

But worry not, its for you and I

◄ Sister

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