Once in a golden hour, I cast to earth a seed.. Up there came a flower, the people called it a weed.. To and fro they went.. Thro' my garden bower and muttering discontent.. Cursed me and my flower.. Then it grew so tall.. It wore a crown of light.. But thieves from o'er the wall stole the seed by night.. Sow'd it far and wide.. By every town and tower.. Till all the people cried, "Splendid is the flower!" Read my little fable: He that runs may read. Most can raise the flower now, For all have got the seed. And some are pretty enough, And some are poor indeed; And now again the people still calls it a weed
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he ate my heart, then he ate my brain ♥