There was a flower, the wind once knew,
That spread the fragrance of love.
With her around, time - but rapidly - flew,
For she was a gift, from above.
There was a flower, the wind once knew,
Vibrantly bright, yet plain.
Dissipating freshness and happiness anew,
She smelled of the Earth-drenching rain.
There was a flower, the wind once knew,
Distinctly apart from the rest!
His liking for her but immensely grew,
Ah! How cruel Fate doth jest!
She left without notice; no trace or clue,
The time he wish'd for, ne'er came.
There was a flower, the wind once knew,
Alas, he would ne'er know her name.
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