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I watched a flower grow up
Watched the color come and go
Watched as its petals fell
One by one
Yet I still would tend to it
Nurturing it
Watching for the day when the petals grew back
Watching for the colors to glow vibrantly
One by one
Yet I still longed for it to wither again
The sadness brought memories
Ones that needed to wither like the petals
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