What so far my soul
Has uncovered about itself
While living in and around
This amazing human body
Is the sense of some mysterious
Third part when I say I to myself
When my soul hears that word
It cowers with embarrassment
Trying to hide its pride
My soul is guessing
There's another I behind mine
More resourceful more refined
Or how account that sometimes
Sometimes I can be
If not beautiful then kind
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