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The flowers,
They sing.
Lullabies of life.
Of love,
Lust,
Ash,
Dust.
Roses as red,
As the love thats now dead.
Violets as blue,
As my tears that fell for you.
Marigolds of yellow,
And orange, too.
They sing the words,
I had once said to you,
I love you.
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