
Poor, plodding people who, other than name
Try to pretend they're exactly the same
God made men different; there never will be
A replica soul made of you or me
The charm...the glory of all creation
Rests on this very deviation

Your charm...your own glory, too
Lies in being uniquely you...
Lies in being true to your best
That part of you different from all of the rest.
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