Every night because I love them
I water the parched flowers
Of my soul I drench them
With a flood of dreams
So by morning they stand up tall
Ready to bloom and bear their seeds
But by noon they limp along
The desert sun beats them down
If I didn't come to rescue them
In a week they'd all be gone
Why keep this little plot of leaves
Transplanted from a kinder world
Where they belonged and flourished
Always longing to return
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