I found the fragance separate from the flower
In all the logic I was lost
I found the fair light blossom to be sour
And beneath the soil, the real cost
You came to me
Carelessly
I am iris and the lense
The bridge adjusting to the water
water, water, water
The level inside will rise
A fallen monument lies
A prism is only walls
My arms will not be bars
The well now is your supportIn autosuggested pathways
you are caught

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