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At times I feel like a flower
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Once swaying in a field free
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Amongst a spectrum of colors
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Washing down into a streams valley
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Beneath the rays of light
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Tickled by the feet of life in flight
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Then plucked
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Placed into a glass
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By a window
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To wither
Sep 20, 2021
Sep 20, 2021 at 10:54 AM UTC
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At times I feel like a flower
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Once swaying in a field free
...
Amongst a spectrum of colors
...
Washing down into a streams valley
...
Beneath the rays of light
...
Tickled by the feet of life in flight
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Then plucked
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Placed into a glass
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By a window
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To wither
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