I truly do not wish to mine
The more I dig
The truth to the mystery I might find
The brightest hue of red
Engulfs the beautiful flower
That lay in its appropriate bed
Who cares what makes it so
The answer to the truth
I would rather not know
I would rather enjoy the rose
Than think that someone’s corpse
Is the miracle for this sow
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