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blossom

a mystical state i can’t explain
the ups and downs
drive me insane

the silver moon and golden sun
drown me in light
i’ve come undone

there is a path or so i’m told
that leads to wisdom
new and old

a budding rose a dying branch
we’re both of these
and not by chance

and though I know this may be true
yet still I wonder
don’t you too

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