Blooming petite that little success. Courses bloom without certain perfect,
Little child in search of purpose role. That's askew from talent and remaining toll.
However struggle defines a certain site. Defiance has brought impacted bright,
Reaching less of expected bond. Trailed behind her achievement run.
Amazement action that consumes to move. That deserve a medallion bronze,
Given shout to pointed fact. Willful to continue until next breezy breath.
Consider those that blinds of reason. Oblivious to shreds her common season,
Talent remains in appointed time. With the arts that seem divine.
Crafts of beauty of grace. Potential piece amounts complete,
Cripple apple, little fruit. Choices falls on settling yet different branch.
Shown of sprout to inner seed. Foresee of perils that remain unseen,
Dream explore the dawning wake. Learning truths that can't relate.
There say, path is form that's upon the mark. Yet where does the choice be of start,
In truth in time be waste of youth. How reigning prime be of no use.
Those remain last a choosing fleet. For blooming fruit that she's gonna beat,
Further dreams lies boundless whim. For her its seems all that's gonna be.
Reference to s01e12
--Separated Stanza--
Perfection requires a coursing bloom,
Askew of talent to remaining toll,
Impact brightness that defies has brought,
That trail behind her achievement run.
Medallion gold of deserving will,
Breezy breath that continues stain.
Common season from oblivious shred,
With deviant art of erotic drive.
Amounts complete to potential piece,
Choices falls on settling yet branch.
Remain unseen of perils foresaw,
Learning truths that can't relate.
Start of choice does destine goes,
Unused today's of prideful reign.
Blooming fruit that triumph world,
That needed acquire of tension track.
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Little success of blooming petite,
Little child searches of purpose mean.
Certain define sites of struggle,
Expected less of reaching bond.
Consume to move of credits act,
Facts be point to given shout.
Reason of blinded consider,
Appoint remains of talent flower.
Grace of beautiful craft,
Cripple apple, little fruit.
Inner seed been shown to sprout,
Of wakeful dawn of dreams explore.
There say, path is form that's display on mark,
In truth in time be waste of youth.
Those remain that choose a fleet,
Shall lie boundless whim to further dream.