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I am the seer of the eye
And I can see through yours
See your masks and crowns
If you let me, find your cores

I can't see the future
The present moves too fast
But the pasts that I've seen
Carve different paths

The mountain before you
Can seem uncuttable
Until you've dug halfway through
With the blade of your shovel

Your path is your own
That only you can live
All that I offer
Is another perspective

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