Flower grows in rocky soil,
The hardest ground but still she bloomed,
Sir she found then potted ground,
Not to know that she’d be doomed.
Tried to grow without the rain,
Loves kisses to quench tender roots,
Hunger for drops to caress her leaves,
To steep the soil and tender shoots,
Sad her pretty blossom face,
Turned down with lonely lack of care,
Sir he
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