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THE VALIANT STOIC - The leaves dance on as true love lives

The blind I see are the reason I scream;
They create lies as blindfold to use as eyes-cream;
The deceptive sweetness they think is ice-cream
Until they are iced in the depth of its lies and cold
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As Love’s reign rained on the heart of Ruth,
She accepted the pain found on truth’s route;
A true creation of love with real square roots;
Such genuine beauty is what thrills the trees
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The leaves dance on as true love lives
But they dry up as this love leaves;
The veins of love within the dry leaves
Without love’s flow in them is vain
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The trees murmured as leaves whispered
As the protected and cunning little wisp erred
Because of truth we speared and the lies we spared;
Unlike the valiant stoic that stands the storm
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Wisps that enjoy the lies that lies in Lie’s porn
Till the Truth becomes, the messed age of the pawn,
This isn’t from a mere sage just to wordplay for pun
So I hope we thought the truth that was taught in the message.
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