.She was drawn here by her own reflection.
Blinding her will to the dangers of youth,
Forced to ripen to early,
And harvest too soon.
It never grows back when you cut up the roots.
Stripped from their stalks,
The wheat and the barley fill up their barrels right to the brim.
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