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I'm a little wilted orchid
poisonous and dead
if you aren't too careful love,
I might just lose my head.

Flowers aren't so pretty
when their colors aren't so bright
I haven't had colors in a long time love,
The sun has bleached me white.

Yet you still think I'm beautiful
Im grateful, darling its true
I am almost recovered love
and its all thanks to you.

— The End —