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The Acorn

darling, dont fret, it's more of life than it is of death

and being of the better half of the dark side of the moon

which is it, we wouldn't know, and dare to look down

once more, rather to be with thee in understanding and

to find thyself lost amongst the crowd of disbelievers

would only remove thyself further from, all arms seek

and, loved, to be, ever a contemplation upon being

how one does stand amongst trees in a burning forest

more able to lift the ground with roots more knowledgeable

than to, against the testament of time-worn truth, burn

evermore brighter and igniting living living leaves with fire

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never was there such a hand beneath the sin play to the part of the devil's grinning twas there such a death as to it


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