Do you not see? How, how the sky looks down on you with
simplistic adoration, how it tries, so hard, to give you a
horizon as glorious as you? Do you not see, how flowers sigh and
grow, in hopes that you may pick them? Please, oh, please tell me
you notice the way the grass grows, how it brings forth the
greenest blades just for you, or how the sky whispers in clouds
about your beauty...Tell me, do you see?
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