Help me to see what you've seen,
Help me to feel what you've felt,
Help me to know what you've known,
Help me to understand what you've understood.
And when I do to make those good.
Why than do you still say,
"I don't understand you."?
Ohh...
Your favorite lines,
They're missing out.
What else good is left?
When Hatreds' a plenty,
And Love?
so rare.
Now here's the thing,
And Listen good,
Nothing has changed,
But the treasure is gone.
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