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look at the sea  look at the glimmering hope i saw there it was called Blue look at the tears  they left a mark so deep you could fall into it. it was called Blue  look at my pen, 
Pastel masks of perfection designed to improve our disturbing reflection.   Made too thick to look past, it's such a necessity for some the marks will last.   It morphs into our skin,
Ordinary. Is what we are without all the excess Is what the world looks like day to day
I want you to write me A poem and serenade me Like bygone days I will wake up with snow Reflecting blue on white ceiling And hear your rough voice
I am just an ordinary guy. No special talents, Good fortune, Recognized name, Extraordinary abilities, Or good luck. Yet from life, I want so much more than most ordinary people.   
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