Like a flower wilting in the sun,
She withers in her pain.
Unconscious of the love she’s won,
Until it’s too late, and love’s refrain.
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Like a flower wilting in the sun,
She withers in her pain.
Unconscious of the love she’s won,
Until it’s too late, and love’s refrain.
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