The Planet fades within my eyes
Giving illusive memories in its disguise
Flowers that spray, feeling so nice
I wish to return, to touch the sky
To hang from a limb, ever so high
Its fragrance drifts music in my dreams
The planetairy Orchid is not what it seems
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