The petals break
On a countdown from three
With a withered wind
And a broken seed.
The small shades of pallor
Violet,
Emerald,
Sapphire blue;
Are all in accordance
with old times and new.
As it withers away
You come soon to see
It is not but a plant
But has a heart as we.
On a countdown from three
With a withered wind
And a broken seed.
The small shades of pallor
Violet,
Emerald,
Sapphire blue;
Are all in accordance
with old times and new.
As it withers away
You come soon to see
It is not but a plant
But has a heart as we.
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