once upon a time

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I’ve met a lot of people in my life.
Many different creeds and colours.
Strange to see their different faces, different races,
Cause I was told they all look like me.

Now how can this be?
Met a girl named Azalee, means singer.
Said to pronounce it Ah-Zah-lee
Least that’s what she told me. Boy could she sing.
Now I know she’s different from me. I can’t sing.

Holding her hand wondering, how can this be?
I was told she’s not like me.
Well we’re happy living our lives.
Still it’s strange. Everyone’s just like me.
Even though we're not the same colour, or creed.

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