Flowers, in the fields, shining through with
tops printed as if a fine thinking desired you to be good.
Yellow, blue, white, red, black, in branches,
embracing parcels of care.
Offering themselves to the stone, not in
sacrifice, but in pleasure and joy, on your behalf.
Behold the intention of Heavens, only one - to
love you.
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