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To be oh so human, I'm afraid that's what I am I'd rather be a shooting star, Instead I'm just a man, I'd rather be a rushing creek, which knows whence way to go, Instead I set here very meek, which way I do not know, If only I could find true love, to share in our great quest, I do believe that life itself, would take care of the rest.

by Dan Benson

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