Behold the beauty of the human soul For most it will never be full With light it shines with brilliance and grace And stands firm and never holds down its face All people come and go For who they were we'll never know Maybe they stole or maybe lied Or maybe they spoke and for that they died What was once is now again People die and people sin Why hate still lives I cannot see For our souls we must set freeBirth sign: Libra
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