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My vision clear, not blurred nor weak
It’s hard to see what’s you or me

Can you tell,
a cloud from a cloud
when the sky casts one large shade below

Can you tell
a leaf from leaf
When bunches lush hang rustling low

Can you tell
Love Bug from Bug
when they fly conjoined through the Spring

Can you tell really,
us apart
when we walk as one shadow now

Easy to see,
with cucumber eyes
It’s easy to see what’s you and me.