Roses and Tulips aren't the same
Just as life and love are not games.
When the Sierra blazes the pitoudoux
Gazes and we walk out of mazes
Beautifully free in the sun and moon,
The light of the camels and the sheen
Of the lions is not the same,
One was made for the long walk
And one to run across, both friends.
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