Tulips
The bud was plucked before the flower bloomed
Life is a pattern that was taken from the loom
The more that flame is covered up, the hotter it burns
For I is on fire
Yet I have found nowhere to leave my misery
I am a lady who speaks to you, but horns are on my head
Look for no ending to this agony
For you have tasted my body
Thunder with breath of flame
Thy will fall from shame
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