I'm not made of papyrus,
I'm not born from ash.
I'm a flower very fresh
not really worthless.
I live among green,
in nature serene.
Above me blue sky,
and I fly high,
above the dirt
which can hurt
any blooming heart.
What I once love
don't spare even half.
I'm not a paper flower,
you can't ever tear.
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