The stars are like flowers
Emit light akin to fragrance
Though they may be dead
The dead speak to their kin
Through the ruins of time
Across vast distances
The distances do not matter
When the mind wants to know
If it came before or after
After or together or was there always
Always seems plausible for
Nothing cannot precede everything
Cordelia knows nothing can compare
What she feels for her father who has
To lose sceptre and crown to learn nothing.
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