Every flower I ever hold,
She seems to wilt;
Silhouettes in the dark laugh at dying
Roses sunflowers daisies.
But so far these tulips are alive and well;
one must tend his garden
Voltaire teaches us;
Then let me tend to mine.
This tulip will not wilt under my care,
She gets my finest water and brightest
Sunshine.
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