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>> Lilies << Snow covered, Blood run cold, Lilies can grow here. Buried dreams, Untended, Hold. Lilies can grow here. In muddied stains of tear soaked ground, Lilies grow. Lilies grow. As clamor trims to distant sounds,

I know, I know that lilies grow. Issue bred of callow violence, Trampling on the lily beds, Yields to ever seasoned silence. Lilies could thrive there, instead. Brooding toiled in sanguine clay, In abject chill, untended, Roots will root And take away That void of reach upended. Lilies.

Lilies... Lilies... As a lily claimed my field Struck of roots which could not yield, Roots of truth as true as any I hold dear, In this fist I give you lilies. Lilies can grow here.