An odourless flower she is,
Smells upon the way she is handled,
An aroma as we treat her good,
Stinks when our words stink her heart.
An odourless flower she is,
Smells upon the way she is handled,
An aroma as we treat her good,
Stinks when our words stink her heart.
Beautiful
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