I saw the poet write
Brilliantly bright,
A sublime poetry
With intricate artistry.
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Are we no more than mere puppets
Remote controlled by the secret strings of fate?
Or are we just a passing eyewitness
Watching a puppetry show being staged?
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Little lamb, little lamb
Why don't you bleat?
I can tell you
You sound so sweet.
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I would love to let it go
Would then love to see it grow
Love to see it bloom one day
To pluck its fruits ripened in the sunray -
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I blew air and the pipe piped
A tune full of joy and delight,
I blew the pipe for sometime on
The tune soon turned into a song.
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