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Severed To Shame
The coins are tossed
Leaving every stone unturned
And every road untaken
And every tree that stands up strong
To make a sheltered canopy
Never shall it fall its post
Never heed to all big strokes
Falling every great big oak
And shame but fallen is a forest
Forced to meet the ground
Severed to the bitter brow
That winks an easy eye
Shivers a restless lip
Curls a burnt flower petal
And the circle's never perfect
Until it's seen the every aging angle
Smelt every salty sand
Grazed all green grounds
And fallen every oak
