Does It Grow
It grows, it grows the vulture said it grows,
And what grim vulture says of things, he knows.
I'm blind, I'm blind all blind men said I'm blind,
For I don't see it grow, my rose, my rose,
And vulture spoke to me that I need to suppose,
But maybe even he is playing with my mind.
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