Analysis of My Eyes

When you are in learning,
have you wondered, should be learning?
Hard to admit?  Its not anger, its never pain....
We suffer for our hope. Hope in the everlasting....
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When i was in learned i have wondered, i have dreamed.
I saw color, and vivid images of mankind.
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I saw a people, separated. unseen, of the unimagined.
I was looking, at what i had seen.
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I could not imagine the dwelling sorrow. of imaged anguish. and pain..
What were they was selling?
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They published in vain, to ease stop the pain.
but the sycamore tree had grew no more.
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To bear this burden, of hopeless, and anguish, and pain...