The queen with sprouts
Soft like lilyWalking in the springs
the big queen walks
with only sprouts
New things are coming
but who may know
perhaps the queen with sprouts
Is there something in her wound?
Or have I only imagine
that perhaps the queen of sprouts
is singing for the old love
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