I’ve been told not to like it
I’ve heard that it is bad
But all I see are balls of sunshine
Cheerful flower makes me glad.
You think this is the end
Of the joy it brings
But it turns into fluffy clouds
And my heart simply sings
It still hides a secret
Revealed with a puff
Tiny dancers float away
Peaceful, happy stuff
But then comes horror
Liquid death in a spray
Now the weed is withered
At least the dream can stay
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