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A flower grown from love blooms tall and true,
Watered by rain as cold as the seas Coast of blue.

Whether Lilly or Angel still smells of good grace,
Nothing warms the heart as a lovers soft embrace.

planted of passion vigorously destined to grow,
Magnificence The world must have stored to show.

For now you have grown and tall you may stand,
Never let the wind blow you away like cold sand.

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