Fleeting through the open sky
Flutter do my wings robust
Fly oh fly, do I
Time to time, a quaint flower peeks through
Says hello, hello I say too
A vibrant array of friends
A colorful party of petals
Bleeding from their hands
A wonderful nectar
What a juice in your blood
Creeping slow
Leaking tender
Not the first, not the last
To not last forever, to be left severed
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