O to die an orphans death
A thought conceived in spendor
From deep within a minds dark depth
Of breath and love remember
O to live a bastards life
Accused at every corner
concieved as just an afterthought
Mourned by just one mourner
O a thought from ink to paper
Imagined ,enlightened, imparted
Given birth from musing maker
Broken,released ,departed
O to die an orphans death
When beauty was your vision
Rise up again from sodded earth
Brought forth in thoughts new vision
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