They were grown for their beauty,
as they got life,
they have to give it,
as they were grown for their beauty,
can't get more from god.
their time is limited can'tget more,
they bloom like innocence of a child,
and taken away to make him known the realities of life,
is their colour and beauty is their enemy,
or reason of their existence however short.
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