Two slender trees are in the heart
Graced by two distinct genre.
One is bloomed in blackish flirt
And the other in crimson desire.
One is swinging gentle shiver
To raise the sweetest sin.
The other floats the gene
Spreading biogenetic fever.
Two lively trees are in the heart
Stood for two genre of ray.
One is frutifying stigmatic dirt
The other scandalous clay.
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