Spring
Spring

Spring

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''Lift your petals from this ground, companion. He wants to see you'' ''Why do I have to wake up?'' ''Because spring is short, and so is life'' ''Sometimes I wish I was an artificial flower that has no life, you know?'' She wasn't ready to wake up and face spring.
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