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As a flower eases its way from the sidewalks, I see it
Its color possesses the town creating all the by-standers to frown,
And they don't know the significance of this
It's time they find out
There's nothing more, I've got to find a way out
These thorns are protected by a layer,
Grab the sun and carry on
As I walk up to it,
Gracefully I'm stopped and
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