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Amid the songs of tender Tulips
Winds of soft whispers flow
Bosom of lovely fairies
glowing in passionate soul...
Come!! Dance with me O Wild flower
hold me in an eternal embrace
walk with me in milky whiteness
feel the freshness of morning haze...
Little Prince was here some day..
A flower smiles and says...
and Rose in a wild rhythm moves
to be kissed and dance again....
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