Rooted to the ground a flower sways in wind
Tender pure innocent of its own kind
Looked longing at skies sun stars and moon
He lost his heart to a lovely butterfly one noon
It’s easy to open heart and let treasures be stolen
Love after all a story that's told again and again
This is all I have a few drops of nectar to offer
Relish in glee and rest beneath my leafs shelter
If you fly away my pretty girl its al right all the same
I will wilt and die with a smile on your name
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