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Oxen of the Sun 383
Flowers bring with them strange reason
their loveliness is malice
the true engine of colored dying
Laughing creatures witnessing the
coming gloom.
Life grieves life but small price
we pay for religion
which prompts all this hot mirth
the young only slowly realize the limits
of this wondrous beast
this whole other adventure
this life that sang of means and ends.
We go forth, to our patron of brightness.
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