From This Straining Earth

From this straining earth a flower grows,
To have and to hold, to make life bearable,
From this rotting earth a flower grows,
To have and to hold, to inhale the sweetness of tender feelings,
From this bleeding earth a flower grows,
To have and to hold, to give us a soul,
From this dying earth a flower grows,
Let us hold this flower gently, and search for the
meaning of the stars, in each other's eyes.

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