A flower wilted,
That yesterday bloomed.
Its leaves decayed.
The soil was doomed.
They poisoned the water;
They blemished the soil.
Our flower withered
Despite the toil.
The seed was golden;
Planted deep and sound.
Though hopeless we were;
We took pains and ground
It smelled the sweetest.
But it wilted so soon.
Our hopes were stumped
No longer a boon.
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