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I am like a flower
blossoming in the spring
soaking up the sun
a fragile little thing
cherished by nature
for beauty and scent

I am like a flower
disintegrating in the fall
freezing at the touch of frost
dying
but leaving behide my seed
destroyed and demolished
very glum indeed

I am like a new flower
and like in my life before
I will bloom and live
I will die
as the cold sets in
but I will live again
through my descendants