Flower that rose to die

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Last drops of the rain
I used to water you
They washed away the pain
That was stain all over you
With your smile you blossomed
A flower that rose from the bottom
A field of Identical beings like you
You stood out because of your character
I had to leave
Just to find out a while later
That you were ran over by a tractor

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