One flower full of soft rain drops, Of thunderstorm and of sunlight. Its sweet aroma never stops, It never wrong and always right. The second flower full of mystery, Of red sunset and pink sunrise. Its sweet aroma in the history, It sometimes wrong and sometimes right. And one more flower loves itself, It brings the pain with no aroma. And it's assured all is well, Its real feelings still in coma. This flower very fake and wrong. And other flowers were fine. And each of them has starry song, Forget of fake, it hasn't line! | 
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