The most tasteful fruits,
die alone rotten,
never to be kissed by a mouth,
and lie dead on the ground forgotten,
not even the bugs, and birds,
care to give them a taste,
their lives become pointless,
their existence a waste,
yet they will take its seed,
and plant the same tree,
thinking things will change,
but the same result they will forever see
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