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My heart is made of flowers pressed
The Gardener knows my feelings best
Such wonders in each row displayed
The truest vows I ever made

Each sacred petal is applied
To welcome love and vanquish pride
In passion’s purity a start
A wreath of thorns around my heart

In fertile soil blue flowers grow
With other shades above, below
A kiss, a promise, such delight
My flowers bloom in full tonight

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