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| We blossom and flourish like leaves on the tree, then wither and perish, but naught changeth thee. |
Hello assassins
Did you sleep well?
Did you dream sweet dreams?
Of flower petals and beautiful
meadows?
Of children's laughter and cheerful celebrations?
Did you lay your head on your pillow
and stretch your feet?
Did you yawn and seek a comfortable
position, grateful for a job well done?
