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One hundred people,
Witness one thousand sins,
Which offer one million chances,
To make amends,
Of which half are taken, and half are left,
Leaving the second half’s victims unable to comprehend
A child,
A truth, a virtue, a deed,
A reason, a future,
The hands that sew the seed
In soil so diverse,
Which can be altered by any one factor,
A clear view of up,
Is valued long after
Bold eyes stare
Through lit windows which glare
Into a heart so it seems,
But value is meant to be
In the eye of the beholder, someone said,
But tell me,
What hides in the eye, of one who is dead?
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