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I am the Sam Cooke of poetry.
I see you and envy your deep words on history
I try just a little bit of tenderness
To remind myself, and maybe you too,
That love and kindness
Oh oh oh
They’re true qualities.
We forget it exists,
forget some people have,
Don’t know much about politics the way you slam
fiercely like it’s your last jam.
All I know is love has taken me far
The soft words they are spoken so gentle
I crave for people that can disconnect from their ego.
Nature reminds me.
What a wonderful world
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