When you quench the thirst of a pale flower
It rises again, and gives you scent
So thank you dear, you've given me power
And I will give you that grant
You lit the flareless candle in my obscured heart
You made me refuse to say the old word'I can't'
And now the world is going to see my wonderful rebirth
My silver beam will shove through the corners of this earth
Your high spirit made me to inspire all my powers
Untill the pitch reached to a hundred percent
The crumbled walls of mine grew to be a towers
And now I'm here today just to make you smell the scent
That's what hapens when you quench the thirst of a pale flower
Spring crop belongs to who plows her on summer
This poem is for a very dear person to my heart
thank you Miss...
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