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Their's a place too far from sight where,
a single lilly hides.
In a shady grove waiting for
someone to pass it by.
Then when all are out of sight,
It sing's a lullaby.
In the a hollow tree,
grows a European Rose.
Everybody give's a sigh,
Everyone who passes by.
How unique it's petal's are,
pretty petals get you far.
But somewhere deep within the night,
you can hear a flower cry.
Somewhere far from sight,
Somewhere singing of it's plight.
Their's a hollow tree, Somewhere far across the sea,
that all will grow to love that all will go to see.
A European flower,
Every flower lovers dream.
Dancing happily,
Among a hollow tree.
Safe and sound,
pretty as can be.
But when the forest,
day turns dark..
You hear a sound,
a lonely heart.
It's Petal's torn, stem mishapen,
And thou it's plain don't be mistaken.
When in the light the people sigh,
A single flower get's passed by,
and in the night when all are gone,
a lilly sings a lullaby, somewhere
in the forest dark.
Hidden from sight, concealed in night,
where all can see, but none can find,
blinded by a Rose's light.
This single lilly far from sight,
sings of sadness in the night.
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