Shall I see again,
the fire that's embers
have long been turned to ash?
Shall I see again,
the bear become a
carpet by the hunter?
Shall I see again,
the air become so
toxic by the poison here?
Shall I see again,
the stars swallowed up
by another black hole?
Shall I see my lust,
my love forgotten,
or in the Spring
shall I see it blossom?
the fire that's embers
have long been turned to ash?
Shall I see again,
the bear become a
carpet by the hunter?
Shall I see again,
the air become so
toxic by the poison here?
Shall I see again,
the stars swallowed up
by another black hole?
Shall I see my lust,
my love forgotten,
or in the Spring
shall I see it blossom?

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