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One of the kids left a single blind askew,

Thought I woke up at morning to a clear sign from you.

Brilliant sunlight, spilling right into the room,

Chasing off sadness, disappointment, and gloom.

And of course, ego mocked me saying, “Girl, you’re clearly dreaming.

Everything is something, when you’re searching for meaning”

Everything is something, when I’m searching for meaning.