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From the seed coat, came out a flower.
First in the valley, was the flower.
Adorned by all, was the flower
One of a kind was the flower.

Through the emerald green,
Through the rough wind,
Through the champagne weather,
Persevered at last was the flower.

Without the shimmering golden complexion
Without the tears of the brume
Without the prolificacy of loam
Dwindling away was the flower.

Shall it ever blossom again?
Shall it ever revive?
Shall it ever blithe?
Mewling in perplexed was the flower.

The shadow lingering around
Frail under the soil
Scared stiff of perishing
The apple of the valley, was the flower.\n\nDeepa Rajkumari

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00:00From the seed coat, came out a flower.
00:03First in the valley, was the flower.
00:06Adorned by all, was the flower.
00:09One of a kind was the flower.
00:11Through the emerald green.
00:13Through the rough wind.
00:15Through the champagne weather.
00:17Persevered at last was the flower.
00:20Without the shimmering golden complexion.
00:22Without the tears of the broom.
00:25Without the prolificacy of loam.
00:28Dwindling away was the flower.
00:30Shall it ever blossom again?
00:32Shall it ever revive?
00:34Shall it ever blithe?
00:36Mewling in perplexed was the flower.
00:39The shadow lingering around.
00:42Frail under the soil.
00:44Scared stiff of perishing.
00:46The apple of the valley, was the flower.