When I change,
I stay same,
Why do I then think of
not changing,
If I always want to be same.
When I look at WILL,
I look at a mind,
That which is WHAT a mirror shows me,
My body.
I feel young and
I change,
To remain same,
That is young,
I call it a miracle
this -- "always been changing."
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