Every Flower blooms to say
Aster blooms for wisdom, Daffodil to rebirth and Hibiscus for eternal beauty. Just wanna say 'I love you' to your sweetheart. I'll butterfly will ready to suck. Now, I'll find Mimosa for secret love.
Welcome to my Kingdom
Aster blooms for wisdom
Black rose blooms on earth
hold firmly Daffodil to rebirth
Trust like that Freesia
as biggest as Rafflesia
show dignity as Dahlia
seems as small as wolffia
Hibiscus is for eternal beauty
Ring the Blue bell for humality
Just look the innocence Daisy
Blooms sunflower for loyality.
Jasmine's purity got me struck
See Heather is ready for luck
look coneflower,do not pluck
I'll butterfly will ready to suck
Now, I'll heart fly like a dove
find Mimosa for secret love
touch Red Rose pour with dew
just wanna say' I love you' ...
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