The Withering Flower

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TO,

THE FLOWER SOMEONE GAVE ME


As I see you wither away O' flower
I wish I could keep you close
And I realize you don't belong here
You were not meant for bouquet
You deserved the plant to which you once hung
The leaves, the greenery and not this fragile vase.


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