Dreams visit mortals still,
With each passing dream,
One awaits an old friend's visit,
To one's oyster of wonders,
...
There has been a rose,
Blunt yet blooms with might,
For red savours bravery,
From which mighty souls are born,
...
The wonder of nature's creation,
In which life flows,
Onto the plane of souls,
Where men were born.
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