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The Lonely LilySailing on a gust of endeavour, Striding in the footsteps of a giant, To the ever-stretching horizon and the uncountable stars, To the spirit of creation and the wonder of wonder, Shimmering glass hides a fallible soul, A flame licks at the edges of abyss and ruin, Torchlight shines upwards, searching but never finding, A string is let loose and floats, slowly, slowly, down, Though the ripples are plenty, they are light, they are hidden, Soon the ripples will fade and the lily, beautiful as it has always been, will rest alone once more.The Lonely Lily
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