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0.019 apart. A smaller distance means the lines are built more alike.

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One Love, One Respect

by Richard

0.0783 + 0.2035i

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The Clerks

by Edwin Arlington Robinson

0.0965 + 0.2000i

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The poems

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One Love, One Respect

by Richard

In this world of troubles, where inequality grows,
We've got to rise above it, let our compassion show.
No matter your colour, no matter where you're from,
Respect and love each other, let's all live as one.

Oh, respect for all, it's the message we send,
In the face of injustice, we'll rise and defend.
Though the rich get richer, and the poor stay poor,
Love is the answer, let's open up the door.

Life is a journey, we walk it hand in hand,
Through the valleys of hardship, we'll make a stand.
For every soul's worth, no matter their station,
Let's build a world of peace, for every nation.

In the rhythm of the heartbeat, we find unity,
Under the sun's warm embrace, we find harmony.
No more division, no more hate,
Let's celebrate life, before it's too late.

So let's dance together, to this reggae beat,
Spreadin' love and kindness, to every street.
For in the end, what truly matters most,
Is the respect we show, from coast to coast.

The Clerks

by Edwin Arlington Robinson

I did not think that I should find them there
When I came back again; but there they stood,
As in the days they dreamed of when young blood
Was in their cheeks and women called them fair.
Be sure, they met me with an ancient air,—
And yes, there was a shop-worn brotherhood
About them; but the men were just as good,
And just as human as they ever were.

And you that ache so much to be sublime,
And you that feed yourselves with your descent,
What comes of all your visions and your fears?
Poets and kings are but the clerks of Time,
Tiering the same dull webs of discontent,
Clipping the same sad alnage of the years.

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