I have pointed, The accusing finger At the mouth of The mute mirror. Yes,I have thrown Cursing stony stones Into the silent marketplace Seeking out the heads of the guilty....
Listen gently my lovely flower For I deem it fit to wither through the time. Silencing the voice of the voiceless Should you grow to a mighty tree The advice...
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