Flowers are for graves
For those who are dead
They give smell of rotten skins
They look much better in color red
Flowers are for people
Who always wail and whine
Who are unfortunate lovers
About them there is nothing divine
Flowers look beautiful
When they are sad and weep
They are not for the gardens
They should bloom in woods deep
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