A flower blooms in Spring time because there is love and happiness
When winter comes it dies
Then the seeds fall into the ground
Come spring time it will bloom again but this time more beautiful then
ever and when he picks the flower he will say, ' you are just as
beautiful as this flower'
Each flower is beautiful in its own way
The rose will always be the most beautiful one of all
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