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flowers weep when its beauty withers
Flowers wither and die
from the winter
its petals fall and flows
Such beauty would not last
even if watered and cared
they all eventually pass
For even the crows mourn
for their comrades blood
flowers weep by dancing with the wind
Flowers weep
when its beauty withers
from the winter
its petals fall and flows
Such beauty would not last
even if watered and cared
they all eventually pass
For even the crows mourn
for their comrades blood
flowers weep by dancing with the wind
Flowers weep
when its beauty withers
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