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Straw man,

at the end of your straw world,

there’s a fragrant field of amber.

If you leap from your high haystack and join us,

what new heights will you reach?


Again and again, you vowed to be humble as soil.

You broke your word every time.

When you keep it, what will bloom?


You are a gem covered in mud and clay.

Your beautiful face is hidden.


You came down from the heavens.

The high angel adores you and still,

you feel like a poor wretch.

If you remember who you are,

what will you become?




É lindo, né?