Destruction
A blossomed flower
Destroyed by the rain
A flooded shower
Caused so much pain
Now there is no flower
The world is no longer sain
Oh, look at the hour
Upon the great bell tower
Time is lost
But at what cost?
The flower brought peace
The flower was a niece
A young girl full of joy
Fell in love with a boy
The boy held the power
As well as a dagger
And now you know of the flower and the rain
Please do understand what I am trying to say
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