The beauty is on wane
The cheeks have turned pale
It is tale of yesterday
Nothing to remember as of today
No one looks at flower
She was claimed forever
Even thorns were not cared
From distance it was stated
Blossom was story
Fragrance is now sorry
Leaves are falling one by one
The best part is gone
Yet it may give room
For fresh blossom
The fragrance all blow
In all directions to show
We are still same
Do not try to blame
Beauty shall never die
Even if you desperately try
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The beauty is on wane The cheeks have turned pale Nothing to remember as of today No one looks at flower She was claimed forever Even thorns were not cared From distance it was stated Blossom was story Fragrance is now sorry Leaves are falling one by one The best part is gone Yet it may give room For fresh blossom The fragrance all blow In all directions to show We are still same Do not try to blame Beauty shall never die Even if you desperately try
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