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Percious Flower
Ah, dear precious flower,
Might I crush you with my power
I shall pluck your petals
You of sweet roses, I of harsh nettles
Withering, you shall perish
Flowered scent along shall vanish
Do not fear, dead thing
When again, round comes spring
A bud will arise from the ground
Your daughter, by clone, be proud
She will stand as tall as you
Until again, a rose I persue
Another precious flower
That I ought crush with my power.
Might I crush you with my power
I shall pluck your petals
You of sweet roses, I of harsh nettles
Withering, you shall perish
Flowered scent along shall vanish
Do not fear, dead thing
When again, round comes spring
A bud will arise from the ground
Your daughter, by clone, be proud
She will stand as tall as you
Until again, a rose I persue
Another precious flower
That I ought crush with my power.
Published 21st Feb 2013
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