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Come Pansy - to the mists of the sky - 

Pale and pallid Pansy,

Waver not in the wind, or winter nigh -

They will pass as you shall see, 

And rise up to the realm of the scrye.

Who had longed to be free.

But heed Pansy - those of a petty age - 

Weak and weeping pansy,

They hunger in their ravenous rage,

But face them, do not flee,

And recall the words of a sage,

"Two men are one, but one is three."

Alas Pansy - your luster is silent -

Sad and Sallow Pansy -

As the lion looms reminiscent 

In the nearest perigee,

But you must remember your element

In the torrents of the sea.

Look Pansy - ot the stars of the sky - 

Light and lonesome Pansy - 

In the spheres of Artemis and Gemini 

Who long await for thee,

And rise past the shadow of the scrye,

Who can never be free.