Like a young and pretty flower,
That as time goes by will wither.
Now maybe dancing in the wind,
But it's dancing will soon come to an end.
But as a young boy comes and pick it,
To home, he took it.
Placed on a vase,
And loved with grace.
Now the young and pretty flower
Will happily wither
With someone beside her,
And they lived happily ever after.
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