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Oh how your gracefulness follows blindly
Your hair growing with every step you take
The young springs call approaches you kindly
You ignore our allure when eating your steak
Only to find us heart broken of hate
You call to us gently and ask us our name
Once again to find we stay only late
We threw ourselves into a pool of fame
What should I do when I ask you of shame
Only thinking of everything from fame
I think you shall not for it is just lame
But you then just switch your shame and your fame
There are words I just cannot verbalize
Those that won’t be with you till your free demise