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Isn’t it naturally beautiful
The world is empty but full
That nothing dull is a fool
Big or small, made of His tool
In a manner He wish to pursue

The day breaks, funny it is
The night fix a pain while a Snake hiss
The birds may not at such hour sing but kiss
There’s more to the stem and leaf of trees
Then togetherness for that is what Love is.

No matter the rest, the Zebra is weak
But it’s skin and look is so unique
The Ostrich is the largest of beaks
But it’s neck an Eagle can twist and pick
There is a reason that we are all unique.

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