The flower is very beautiful
And the most pitiful
We always smell the flower
Its like a beautiful shower
And never talks about
That is my doubt
The other flower that do not have look
They sadly shook
Their head in the garden.
The flower who don't have look
They don't want to greet their bad look
To us
But no one supposes
When the poor flower cry's
'No no don't cry
I like your look you shy
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