How dare you bloom your fat full splendor. Glowing in daylight untouched temperate. Gone your spring spectator but you flower still? You ought be abashed irreverent unwilled. You flourish and thrive in the glory of sun while we die deprived alone and undone. Naïve to the pain or sinister vain your plenty abounds, you thrive through our pang. Oblivious perhaps of constructed nation, you’re untouched by hand of greed or contagion. Flaunting the cycle of death and rebirth perfection in practice through seasons rehearsed.
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