A single flower
Blossoms on a dreary day
White and innocent
Swaying in the wind
My tears fall on its petals
As I keep saying,
“He loves me, he loves
Me not..he loves me, he loves
Me not..he loves me..”
One petal remains,
A sword that goes through my heart.
He does not love me.
Blossoms on a dreary day
White and innocent
Swaying in the wind
My tears fall on its petals
As I keep saying,
“He loves me, he loves
Me not..he loves me, he loves
Me not..he loves me..”
One petal remains,
A sword that goes through my heart.
He does not love me.
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