Long the time has been

Since such a beauty adorned

Though it reeks of a mortal sin

‘Twas also long, those seams were torn.

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Who knows, what journey she did

Did and sought until now

Nor it mattered, for no bean was spilled

And none to return, with her in tow

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Seamless me, floating barely in the sea called sorrow

Stings though, and keeps evermore stinging

Endless depths, much deeper than light would ever go

Naught me to worry, for all colors have already lost their meaning