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By Amanda

If you were to wander by
and see my crying eyes,
Kneel along my side
to mend my taunted eye.
or do you never even sigh
to see one of crying eyes.
 If I your sister, brother, friend you come to my aid,
without a thought of ever being baited.
You must see blood is not all that makes you,
a kind heart gives way to
  kindred spirits...