'Inside you may find, some lines through the times my minds eye realized that life was a dream, a lie whose time was drawing ever so nigh.
"To the end", she said as she stepped from petal to the bed, "Start from the end and go back. Go back to begin."
Circling round and down, around the stem to the ground, a sound was found with a spirit unbound.
Lift your head from the stem away from the ground, slowly now let your mind unbend,
Your vision is blurred, your face may be numbed, yet worry will flee and despair goes unknown, here in the garden where the blue rose is grown.
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