Beyond a sea of cyberfaces
There is a soul to see,
Between the lot of humble faces
Here is the soul of me.
These things are great,
The others are not -
In just a sip of fate
There is a chance of pot.
If isn't me, if isn't you,
These things are never taught -
In every me, in every you,
There is the search of ought.
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