Before we were here,
The orchid walked in the swamp
and drank up the air like wine.
After we are gone,
it will walk there still,
forever drunk on its
pretty sense of elsewhere.
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Before we were here,
The orchid walked in the swamp
and drank up the air like wine.
After we are gone,
it will walk there still,
forever drunk on its
pretty sense of elsewhere.