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I learned through tragedy, a way in which the external world can reach it's greedy hand out and take away stored happiness I am and have been loveless and lawless and jaded and frankly, indifferent
I'll fly away again High in the sky toward migration. As civilizations increase Our species continues to weep. The more land you conquer Forces more stress And Less flowers.
That morning the sum glared over the castle, casting rainbows on the walls, and in the colossal thrown room, the grand thrown room, a whimsical woman waited, and for a moment   the future came to her:
Wings churching, brilliant orange light, the unsettled monarch now leaps into flight. first one beat then two beats, then three and then four, as the king of the butterflies sets out to explore.
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