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Perfect as a rose pedal Watch as it endures The blooms fight for their life, As they are surrounded by knives For what they know best Is the blossom of their hearts. They live in the moment, they open Hopes to achieve reside in their minds. Pedals come and pedals go Stop to watch as they appear, Appreciate the colors and smells, Learn from them while they are here For they will disappear. No more chances do they get, They cannot be forgiven For they must open and if they don't It is the end. Some will arise to the occasion, They are beautiful in every way, Every chance they get To send sweet aroma in the air To fill the days with colors so fair But the life is short Because they opened, they must fall. The fall to death Conscious of the life they lived. Are they successful or Do they suffer in agony as the last pedal falls
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