Flowers. she is a lily, bright and blooming, but they trampled her. oh no, now she's drooping, eyes lined with dew, play her a tune, go on, make her new. better now, shake off the dirt, dont come away with a frown, smile while you can, for the muddy shoes will soon begin to land.
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