Sadness is a Hallmark card.
Words upon your Melville. 
An orange sunrise you can't swallow.
The voice of a Bengal tiger. 
Rumbles when friends are greeted upon its field. 
Curled spirits to pull a worm and carrot intertwined like script. 
Each passing firefly a hundred and one nights cradled upon its shore.
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