Truth Be Told
My existence is shrouded by lies,
Even my true blood denies,
The birth of a destined woman;
Destined for knowledgeable fame,
Through the fluent language,
Perhaps another;
Who can say what destiny believes,
Who can define the existence of leaves?
Leave,
I am an apparition.
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