Unique

To be unique is not a freak,
Unique is everywhere.
Unique your hands, your eyes, your chin,
Each bird a-wing in air.

To be a one whose only one
Is one you love so true—
Her eyes you seek to see unique—
In her eyes seeking you.

Then be one all individual,
A solo, self-made man;
Let others think they’re not unique,
But just a common brand.

Unique, unique, her eyes now peek
At one uniquely strong,
For he sings words—like this—unique,
In solo, sovereign song!

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