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There’s somebody here

[there must be]

But I don’t know where

And I look back and I see you there

[here, there]

And I think of where you ought to be

But when is what I see really what is?

I see what I wanna see--

And that’s a proven fact.

I don’t know right from wrong or up from down

Or what will really make me happy, probably.

And I’m misread time and again

And sinking, treading, fading fast—

Your light, you see; you’re light.

Your light a shining mercy

And you think nothing of it—

[or you think I’ve misread you, too]

But I see, can’t you see?

And can’t you see me?