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Sunflowers lean like a dream in a field

A shield made by nature that greed never peeled

Like an onion whose fun is disrupted by steel

She was the white in the black of the light

For a plight I had suffered that cost me my life

If not for the way that she stayed to revive

Meteors fall and the spheres gear a call

To my head when I'm ready to clear all the walls

All-out sprint with the angriest pangs of them all

Sunflowers lean like a scheme that she made

This maiden of sunshine who laid by my grave

And made it the glory of lore ever played