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Like a flower it starts to bloom,
But if not maintained,
It'll die soon...

And in the gloom of hate,
It'll start to wilt,
And withers away...

And as the color begins to drain,
So does the hope,
For another life,
Another day...

So spread the ashes everywhere,
To be a reminder,
For what you have done...

So plant another seed,
And start agian,
This time be a better gardener,
Be a better friend.