that makes me be
You are she
that makes me see
You are they
who make me stay
You are all
who makes me tall
This is it
my angelic spit
This is that
the critics spat
This is earth
and newfound birth
This is you
always something new
I am this
not your highness
I am just
no more then rust
I am why
only this high
I am you
and never untrue
We are not
unless taught
We are might
and occasionally right
We are doom
our self sealing tomb
We are you
so please please renew
They are free
unlike you and me
They are bright
but we are without sight
They are not
what is actually sought
They are we
from the same family tree
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