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Let down so many times I've finally turnt into soil Out of my ashes rises another Fruit with no toil No sacrifice, no bad advice To lead it astray While it of my merits, I see no advance or gain I've had to learn to not be betrayed Instead, I gaze upon its splendor Smile, and remember: That I am, as a matter of fact, Soil.
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Jun 29, 2023
Jun 29, 2023 at 12:23 PM UTC
soil.
Let down so many times I've finally turnt into soil Out of my ashes rises another Fruit with no toil No sacrifice, no bad advice To lead it astray While it of my merits, I see no advance or gain I've had to learn to not be betrayed Instead, I gaze upon its splendor Smile, and remember: That I am, as a matter of fact, Soil.
Henley
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Jun 29, 2023
Jun 29, 2023 at 12:23 PM UTC
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