Time unwinds like a flower,
Of fleeting beauty,
And thorn unfound,
Tested by its own hour.
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Creatures with stolen power,
Of fleeting beauty,
And born unbound,
Bested by their own tower.

Time is plucked like a flower,
Of fleeting beauty,
And torn around,
Tested by its own?
Beautiful, isn't it?