In a world seeking the fickle truth absent anaphors

Change forms the healthiest journey for existence

And dance is a fashionable shape to its awareness
 

Why is it kept as a mystery that there is no secret?

The body knows not it hurts to become selfish yet

And must meet its destiny on that road to avoid it
 

Trust is the first instinct; empirically is the way of truth

As windows with a darker side acting how mirrors would

Money cannot bring bliss if nothing, not even light could
 

Change by Chapman.

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