I feigned a surprise at the blossoms’ sight
We enacted well, our rehearsed lines
“O! How romantic” Crooned they all
A plastic smile wouldn’t leave my side
I wonder why it had to die
Sadly, we couldn’t standby
Love so glorious, our hearts’ delight
Left were only withered petals to wipe!
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