Nonetheless
You're a wingless bird; oh, how absurd
But nonetheless, you're still in the air
You're a letter-less word that could never be heard
But somehow, you're still there
You're a petal-less flower wilting by the hour
But your stem refuses to fall down
You're a foundation-less tower from which people cower
Because the expect you to fall with great power
But you never trembled once; you never hit the ground
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