Why Amber are you hung?

Still as a bird, neck wrung.

No air ever sweetly is sung,

Out from a breathless lung.

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Who Amber do you hunt?

Still as the herd, chases age.

No kill ever is un-blunt,

Even for a pounded sage.
 

What Amber do you seek?

Still as our star, fledges beams.

No power ever is meek,

In tearing our world at the seams.
 

Why Amber do you fly?

Still upon high, airily superior.

No love ever mothered can die,

Or cratered by hate grow inferior.

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