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Flower

She was as pretty as a flower
But she did not smell
As sweet as one
She was as delicate as a rose
Blowing softly through
Wildest storm

She was to be idolized
Just like a flower
That was so soft and pretty
But they did not get the message
The way that they should have

She was a sweet as a flower
But no one cared
Thats all right it is August now
and her beauty
is already beganing to die

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