Alone he is, it all glitters Who doubts, except unborn Likewise, it is too alone With no clothes worn Only one thing matters Alone he is on the stone Said it that brightens it To generate and make green Everything that bumps into it So as to dye our teen Dyed inhabitants upgrow To the end their lives row All this happens under its nose Still lonely, though teen passes by Its light gives off rose Which in turns make teen grows up That is the secret, cycle of it Alone, the stone'll 'ver been lit.
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