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One night I wondered near midnight hour
and chanced to gaze upon a blooming flower
This delicate plant left me in fascination
its tiny petals, the objects of my fixation
When suddenly my trance was broken
as I heard my name, loudly spoken
I awoke, much to my consternation
to find the flower was simply my imagination
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