Daughter

I oft look upon you, garden of mine,

And wonder why you wilt and fade and cry

Through even the fairest of blooming times

Upon you I bestowed all you desire

I have given even sweet red liquor

All to avoid this situation dire

Yet you defy your Brahmin genesis

And resist future flourish and blossom

Trading it for sordid agenesis

And so, it is time for your final breath

Know that I have loved you quite dearly, and

Come, my beloved garden, accept death

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