The flower bed

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Beauty begins,
Beauty with greedy tendencies,
They hold true,
Roots deep into treasures,
Whilst not mine yet I still take,
Fruits bear I care not the loss,
We grow and we give back,
That is enough,
We hide the face and brown transgressions,
We show stolen created beauty,
Curse us for beauty,
Curse us for existence,
We need you,

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