Thou are lucky to bear the pain;
The pain of the loved ones,
which adorns my graveyard.
O! dear petals of red
Thou are precious to be laid;
Laid before my soul,
to mask their tears.
O! dear sepal of lies
Thou cover the faded tears
And lips which pierced my heart once,
Now shed their false tears with you.
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