There be pain
And
There be suffering
I know them
I know
I know
There be fruit from thorns
That grow
There be genius from the
Suffering
There be beauty from the
Bed
Amongst sick
In hospitals.
Beauty hovers in these places
There Beauty wills her shrine
For
Beauty pities so
Amongst pain, amongst suffering!
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