The musk rose,
Must loose,
It's beauty,
And forgets to bloom.
The lily,
Will become silly,
After witnessing,
Your innocence.
Queen of vanity,
Daffodils,
Their beautifulness,
Will be in venture.
That hibiscus,
Having crown,
Will automatically,
Mow herself down.
These flowers will jump from a height,
As you have forced them to live in plight.
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