burst into early existence reaching for a peek at the sky
fragility of a slim stalk begging why?
a beautiful hue of yellow trumpeted fragility
singularly is sparsely weak
in mass a chorus doth speak
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I Canna See’
Canna see the light shining past yer heed or the shadow where yer are when yer lie deed canna see the sparra in the field of gold nay’ or se...
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