Flowers are meant to fruit
Nipping in the bud to abate
To boast a fragrance
Evidence of a sprightly existence
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I do not watch over the universe
As the brilliant stars in the skies
My eyelids grow heavy at nightfall
Far below the heavens, asleep I fall
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The frame raps the asphalt
The rhythm ropes in serrated emotions
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I dare to lose my breath
I know the clasp of warmth
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He had reigned unmoved on his throne
A medieval upheaval's brute stone
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We bear a gift from the almighty
We bear within, an inimitable endowment
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We have traversed lowly earth
Gropped for the grand worth
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Behold my skin and my scars
They embrace one another
Like the twilight sky and the stars
Like there was no before; no after
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