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A cold fall breeze

Snakes through the trees

The ground is cold

But flowers grow

[ Under the moonlight ]

But in the day

They wither away

Her aura's weaker then

In the winter evening

She tends to the flowers

They peek through the snow

An orchid, a rose

They make her smile

What keeps her here?

Upon this world

She knows they'd die without her

A warmer spring

The sparrows sing

She rests a while

As flowers grow

It gives her hope

Because she knows

They do not need her

Her tomb is still

A cross stands bare

An unmarked grave for one unwanted

She doesn't cry for loss of life

She has her flowers in her image

The sunlight shines

Reveals the grime

Upon her grave

The flowers die

But no one cries

Her ghost is gone