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Do you think Narcissus knew
Every shadow in his pool
As he knelt to ponder love?
Did he fathom new and strange
In the darker eddies there,
That pressed the corners of his frame?
As echoes of his dreams unwound
He mourned the beauty love had found.
Bitter tears rained all around,
To fall as flowers on the dying ground.
Does a flower ever really know its true beauty and flaws?
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