We could divide the world
Which would explain so many things
Between the loved and unloved
At any given time or place
We could try to look more closely
At the amount of light
In their faces and how much
Of it flows out of their eyes
Or if they're clouded over
Refusing the love they're offered
We could surmise how many more
Feel unloved than seen
We could be frightened by the facts
But love has even seen to that
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