The flower that used to be a glory of itself
Until a day when it met someone it felt fall
A person that it gives a life unto his hand
Life and Death
Beginning and The End
Everything depends on him to let it continue its life spend
Gloom to Dim
Loving him is all it can depend on
Without him
It withers faster than a rat could run
Gloria of the Flower is all because of Him
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