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A daisy cannot compromise, and neither can a tree.
A squirrel or turtle will only be what it was made to be.
No tyranny of others will make a robin change its song.
No jury of its peers, no tradition however long,
Can cause a rainfall to not be wet, or cause a stone to be less hard.
No force will change its nature, though it break it into shards.
There is no shaming rivers into abandoning their paths.
Mow grass down or burn it off, it cannot be but grass.
How sad we've set ourselves apart in choosing to conform,
To take the roads that others laid from the day that we are born.
To be given understanding of the ways that we stand out,
To be offered roads less traveled, but to choose the common route.
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