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Before we meet you where a unknown Flower Ready to get pluck out those weaks roots
You where that flower that everyone wanted to pluck that flower that made everyone
smile,that fine smell you had that arouse everybody day; You where nothings
Like these others flowers ; your crystal white color that made me see trougth you
made me notice Im nothing without that flower.
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