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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