Poetry oh flower
Oh Flower
The colors you see in the city
Do not tire of the insects of your insight
Little grasses grow around you
A close intimate atmosphere takes place in your nature
Oh Flower
You stand ducked and blushed
Happens to the high heart of the arrogant man
You are simple with the appearance of your being
That can beat the world
Not lost by beautiful princess cinderella
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