And she cried and wanted more, as women often do
Unity
Just a small miracle, harmony
And the wind whispered, as the wind often does
Allusions
Just a hint of a dream
And she cried and wished with her soul, as the desperate often do
Honor
Just a little gem, respect
And the sparrows sang, as sparrows often do
Freedom
Just a whit of independence
And she cried and from her tears sprang a paracosm, as lost souls often create
Truth
Just a fabricated fantasy that contains all
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