nyo ... you can't get rid of me that fast! X3
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The light falls bright and clear
On the moon altar
On which, you can hardly believe it,
A flower stands, beautiful as in a dream
She stretches her flowers
And defies every rage
With which one torments them
She has already chosen her fate
The dew is dripping slowly and quietly
In a very strange way
From their shimmering calyxes
Into the blades of grass, of which
The earth is slowly taking it away
To where it should have been for a long time
Deep under the plants
To the roots of it all
To the roots of the world
And she won't come back, not even for money ...