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Might looks so grand from a distance that you need to touch It gives a vision of the simple but it isn't much I won't be fooled by it's touch or emotional supply The scent of the fair and heavy allure will dry The cold and the bare grasped so delicate by ones' eye Is why we can't ally and elope to wry Almost forgotten the way we used to live for play To be accepted i must blend into conventions way And sing in universal ways