I've been told
I am a lot
of things -
once a piece of gold,
another - empty pot.
Hell, kings!
Am I empty still?
Am I a rose on Rosemary Hills?
Why can't I cut you off and lay you down again...
To feel the rain, the water... and the language plain?
I've been told
a lot of sentences. ...
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