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The Lonely Flower
The Lonely Flower
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Where was it and where is it now?
That garden full of companions,
And this garden haunting alone.
One of the white flowers bloomed to its fullest,
And one among the red ones added to its charm.
Who? Cruel has plucked the red one is still a mystery.
The Gardener of love is watching up above in the skies,
Watching the desperation of the white one,
The desperation in search of the lost red one.
O! My lovely Gardener bring me, my companion, back.
This garden is giving me a lot of haunting pains.
I am a white flower in search of peace,
Bring my red one back, then the pain will ease.
