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Beautiful FlowerBeautiful flower fading in the twilight,
Then I heard the earth sigh,
Focus is the repetition of man's eyesight,
Why must beautiful things die?
I can only retain the image
of her in my mind.
But the hands of life
is going to take her away in time.
But I still remember the spot where she grew.
Robert Anthony James