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Thru My Lens
Thru my zappy big zoom lens
I see people sitting sighing
I spy inspiration dying
But they don't see me
Thru my funky fish-eye lens
Horizons holding up the sky
Line up to bid the sun goodbye
But they don't see me
And thru my murky macro lens
Petals fall and lashes flutter
Babies bawl and old lips mutter
And they don't see me
But through my misty mirror lens
I see someone reading something
Into every little dumb thing
But I don't see me
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