She's the most beautiful thing
Among the thorns that sting
She blooms and grows
In the beautiful spring
Visited by the butterflies and the bees
And too with the birds on the trees
There's something about her that'll always be a mystery
How she radiates to the world so beautifully
She'll gracefully wither like a dream
But will always be the most beautiful thing you'll ever see
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