Behold
A flower of gold
Grew in the cold
Yet strong and bold
Plucked by a queen
Approved by her king
Guided by a being
Mighty and supreme
They try to defeat
And tried to delete
They hope I forfeit
There is something beneath
Something strong and unique
My joy, they seek
For me to be weak
Is all they seek
They cry at their loss
Living like a boss
And it's not by force
Yes of course
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