The flowers gleam and glow
But it was soon covered with snow.
It died and yet it'll grow
In the next season, you'll know.
My love, your beauty shines
You deserve a glass of wine.
I salute your patience
With me, dear, full of impatience.
My heart, your kindness kindles
You deserve a lighted candle.
I salute your tolerance
With me, dear, full of intolerance.
My love, my heart.
The flowers will soon bloom.
Your beauty and kindness
Will not meet it's doom.
My love, my heart.
Your tolerance in pain
Will soon fade away
So take a flower in your hand.
The flowers gleam and glow
Again, it will be covered with snow.
Changing seasons, you'll know.
I'll give you a flower and don't say no.
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