Like a key that’s been lost,
That can’t be found when you look.
It’s designed to show up
When you turn the page of the book.

Like a light you can’t see.
You don’t know that it’s there
Until just the right time,
You’re becoming aware.

Within all things.
Between black and white.
Apart of the love,
Doing what’s right.

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