Flower nonsense.

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This flower came out of the blue. Like a chord you play on a guitar, your fingers are not used to it, it hurts so much but you want to do it right. Hey! gardener! Give me something to drink my petals are sore. Pull them one by one and throw them to the sky, I hate you to tears, I love you to fears.

This flower came out of the blue like the cold eyes you lay on me. golden flower

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