Lens

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I watch.
I watch a bird fly from its nest.
I watch a mother tell her daughter which way's best.

I see.
I see magic being made.
I see a spark of imagination never fade.

I look.
I look at a young man give a girl his heart.
I look at their future beginning at the start.

I watch a young girl grow to great things.
I see the oceans in her eyes, and
I look at the ways her heart can sing.

I watch as it ends.
I look at what's in front of me, and
I see it all, through the frame of my camera lens.

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