Once upon a time,
Before all wrong or right,
Fell a word to the wind,
Flutter in its flight.
They fell to the worlds delight,
Happy, content, simple, whole.
One being in a myrad all,
Special not, never being told.
Upon them came a blight,
A sin, if you will, a fight,
Happy thought hide in fear,
Power to the hoe.

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