Iridescent in the slanting beams.
Cawing from my scratchy throat,
What is this that shyly gleams,
A-glimmer in the Springtime sun?
I must possess thee, near I hop,
Oh treasure! Treasure, treasure come!
Complete my treasure's crops.
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Lioness (2026)
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