Look, oh, look in the mirror.
Look in your distress.
Life remains a blessing although you cannot bless.
Stand, oh, stand at the window as the tears scald and start.
You will love your crooked neighbor with your crooked heart.
"As I Walked Out One Evening" by WH Auden
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