An egg sits in a murky cave
Not even a stir appears
But still, a crown on its head
Its pearl body glimmers
With an unearned triumph
But a victory nonetheless
The egg is cleansed with water
Water that gleams and whispers
Proclaiming the egg's distinction
But in the end
Despite the crown, the triumph, the water
The egg is just an egg
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