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I bloom—
a lone blossom on a whispering plain,
Waiting the crest of my butterfly’s flight.
Day murmurs with rain,
then He with resplendent shine,
So never shall I know what is time
Then sun and shadow weave
My moment of flight to receive
An indomitable joy I always did believe
I fade—
a lone blossom on a whispering plain,
Still unaware of your pain.

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