No Grudges
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No grudge
All beautiful flower plants
as you want
To grow
And see how it allows
The smile shall rush
On your face and flash
Happiness
With visible trace
Pick any flower
They shall act as charmer
Clearly render
Some sort of gladness with highest rider
With different colors
How do they appear?
All smiling with some message
Keep us away and draw on page
We love to live together
But something differ
We go away and bear the grudge
Kept it long throughout the age
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