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There once was a queen Who was very mean Amara was her name Tricks were her game Her tricks were sly And she could fly She was above the rest For no one good best her
My mindset is a thunderstorm. In the darkness I am lost and blinded by a storm cloud. There is, however, some hope for this natural disaster.
Rich caramel leaves Once green and full of life Lie anxiously, waiting For pressure to end their strife Controlled by wind Frail and frightened As the days grow shorter