Placed upon our perch, we wander this Earth
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The view lacking in girth, Made up for with every new birth
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He who decides to be unborn, steps into the forlorn
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For the regression of what we once were, opens the door for new life to spur
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A baby is conceived, although no new face is perceived
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Eyes wide, it’s a new person to decide…
What to Be, and How to See