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I may end up the loser.

To no end see my faliure

before me.

Truely this isn't misery.

Im tasting every shade

of life and am wanting more.

I see the light brighter than

before.

And traceses of sand from the

careless wind, throwing itself 

around there younder

I picture it,

the same framing,

in my mind.

Im hearing every note

color rings.

My dream is joy.

I can reach to the accordance of 

which ever bright.

Too clarifiy clearly,

I endure,

my eyes wider than before.

Pushing forword,

im brighting for shore.