the day draws to a close;
this flower stands there trapped;
to the large chaotic world out there, existence of this flower means nothing.
yet, it blossoms, showers fragrance, withers and dies.
this flower stands there trapped;
to the large chaotic world out there, existence of this flower means nothing.
yet, it blossoms, showers fragrance, withers and dies.
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