She looks in the mirror she sees the crack she sees the widows of the past She sees pain She sees death she sees hopelessness She sees debt She sees crying She sees the bad But the thing that wrecks me most of all She is unable to see the good At all.
Take that one bad idea....and fix it....and make it the best thing on earth.
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