My beloved flower, you want to glitter,
But you look pale and colourless
With your wounded petals,
Caused by the ruffians.
You want to hide your paleness from me
And pretend to be joyous,
It's needless dear flower,
I have already felt your wounds in the deepest cell of my heart,
As my soul is deeply entwined with you.
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