We will not degrade the beautiful minds
But cherish the love that remains.
We will rejoice in the one and the self.
Blowing like willows, to bend but not fall.
Flexibly receiving the storms
Looking on tempests never broken;
For to diminish our cherished mind,
Whose worth's unknown, would be a crime on self.
Thought is not our fool, to be doddered with
Within his bending limb; flex to the known.
Here we remain through our hours and weeks,
Still attempting life's arduous task.
If we are wrong and it can be proven,
Then we never had a mind to begin.
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