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a small seed planted
of the river of my mind
where it's always flooded
and the weather is unkind

the seed yet grew
in that land of pain and despair
it grew cautiously though
protecting those like it cared

so a small tune would whistle in the forest
calling out to the small flower that evolved
making sure that it stayed calm
so it wouldn't realize how much pain was involved...

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