Arid earth so dry and done I've been looking for another one Why am I here all alone I belong with my kind and not a stone Little one beautiful and kind You need to be patient until I find I nurture you and keep you warm You haven't seen a bee or swarm I know you feel alone out here I promise someone will bring you near Please hurry I beg before I die I'll make that promise, I will, I'll try Look over there a couple or two I think they like you for you You asked again to be loved and found You got your wish as your plucked from the ground Goodbye my friend I hope you’re pleased I guess you missed a chance to be squeezed Now I sit on a table in a vase of water When the sun comes out, I get hotter Soon my bloom will shrivel and dry That will be the day I guess that I will die.
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