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Oh flower, do not wither away
The soft petals crease my face
A fragrance fills my lungs
Plant your seeds in my lungs instead
In my grave it should bloom and forever reside in me
My love, let it always be spring for you
Blossom and let your crimson blush settle on my eyes
Do not shy away in the dark
Dance away with the wind
Oh my flower, no beauty like yours
Death should never be on your doorstep
And if it ever does the scythe blade of death should taste my death before yours
I will hold my flower dear to my heart
And when I bleed to death gaze into my eyes
Engrave your presence on my iris
A life without you is a death itself
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