we are here again
gathering around the secret of the rose,
society's silenced few
the dews of the darkest nights,
flowers of the scarlet leaves,
here we are
shunning sleep
away from the mob
we are robbed
of the gob-
lets of wis-
dom, we too take the stances
of the philosophers, the murderers of
common thoughts, we shape the future of
our poplars, so unpopular are we
so misunderstood but we are not bothered,
here we are again
poets of the morning star
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