They are my second pair,
Unless you own a pair of glasses, too,
I'm betting you don't care,
Just like me when my eyesight was perfect,
When I was young, like you,
You and me, we are exactly the same,
Living on opposite sides of a cube,
The other sides are variations, too,
Luck is what's put us here,
Or chance, or someone etched us with a tool,
The odds for all are peer.
Oh, don't you see?
It is not about sight,
I see just the same as the next person,
That is, if we lived the exact same life.
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