II (Two)

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Here under the shaded tree,
Waiting for the clouds to cry,
For its tears would make me flee,
Saving all flowers to die,
As its raindrops covers me,
From the teardrops that I'm shy,
Coz like with flowers, I'm dry.

Flower Like

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