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What creature's... imperfect are we,
Our hearts to lead us lost?
And journey on the stormy
sea,
'Tis a journey must be crossed.
We blindly see what wasn't there,
As man- less water... the image sees,
A
mirage of beauty- she didn't care,
He falls down lost upon his knees.
His image gone and ne'er returns,
A journey
now at end,
A tortured soul- his lesson learned,
'Til another mirage for him does send
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