ground it up
push it away
it may fall in my hand
to be frank
I never wanted this land
I never wanted greatness
I never wanted children running towards me
I never wanted the fines tea
and finest melody
and you
the girl with flowers clinging to the sent of her hair
who`s so very beneath me
make me tremble.
I the man of power,
the boy with a world under his finger nails,
am terrified by you, the farmer`s daughter.
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