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A flower shining in the sun
So long ago was made for fun But how majestic and so nice And peaceful, shining are the skies And on the scarlet petals live The pixies who can ever give A feeling of the happiness That will devour loneliness And their harps would sound sweet You feel this life that’s never fleet The music’s lucid as a lake From any dream the harps can wake You feel the sweetness as you wish The beauty ever to cherish
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