CARE
Do the words not uttered
Need an appeal;
Do the flowers not plucked
Need an assembly;
Seldom are they unnoticed,
Let them be at the depth of heart;
Let them be at the depth of forest.
Fragrance of the care and
Pleasantness of the flowers
Never lie aside,
Seeking an identity.
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