The End

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The blowing wind could keep
Smile on a pretty flower .
But it could be the horror,
for a sad dried flower.

The calming nerves is the
symbol for fortune.
To raise the goodness
In ourself.

Because we are here,
For a period of matter.
As a part of nature.

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