No matter how many things
must start or end, my Flower...
No matter how many days
can bring the night to us.
As long as there's a Rose
blossoming in fire;
or a Meerkat's born
bringing in the future...
Your memory will stay
even though mine fades
or becomes the thin air.
Your story will be
in minds, souls and hearts,
treasured and remembered.
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