born from the waves we're all the same,
in one motion through the even flow we came,
molded in unity but shaped by differences,
washed ashore by the hands of the ocean,
drops to drops and rain to seas,
from the same we came and there we'll meet again,
at the surface comes the light that feeds us and keeps us,
some of us are polished by the touch of life,
others wash too far and are left rough by solitude,
but all will be equal when the flood takes us home
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