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Flowers that Gone

You came to my life
Holding thousands of flowers
Waiting for me to touch
Promising  nice smells that did not exist anywhere else
I took some of it, keep it and wanting to have more
But it all yours
How could I steal it?
You left me, they left me
It's just a promise not a guarantee
I am waiting till I can't smell it anymore
Soon I go, everything remains a memory

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