Within my grasp is a seed, layed it still, clothed with soil in a pot.
Just what I need, there, soon, raised a sprout.
My little crimson red flower, red as love.
Rained it water, just enough.
My little flower, no longer so little.
I sat still, watching it as it tinkle.
My little flower has bloomed.
At last, I am no longer in gloom.
My little flower, it does not look in the slightest, well.
Full of sorrow, caged within what is my home, how unhappy it is, I can tell.
Curled, placed still inside.
" I won't let it out ", that was what I decided.
My little flower... My dear wilted.
From gold to dust, it faded
My little flower... I'm sorry.
For treating you so filthy.
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