As much as the trellis anchors the vine
They could have stood alone in time
But now they’re mortally entwined
If you will hold me I will bring
You flowers many leaves
And many flowers
If you climb my silver towers
I will teach you how to sing
My flower is no little thing
How tightly can you cling
To life and rise on tendril’s touch
Not even evening holds as much
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