Being away from you is like a flower being away from the sun,
I can't cherish in your presence so I die before my beauty has begun,
My pedals fall from where they once hung,
I am scared, only a few of my pedals are spared,
With three pedals left, each fall in unity to say one last sentence,
'I Love You'
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