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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=552822" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Flower and Bird</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Amongst the lonely branches of a tree, <br>Stood a lovely flower fragrant and free, <br>She was the sight of every passer-by, <br>'What a beautiful flower! ' people would cry. <br>The flower in the prime of its youth, <br>Couldn’t identify life and its real truth, <br>Proud by its fragrance and beauty it stood, <br>And thought that beauty was what made it good, <br>Impressed by its beauty a little bird would sing, <br>The tale of its love and the whole valley would ring, <br>Perched on the branch of the great oak tree, <br>The bird sings its love for the flower to see, <br>People would stop and look at this tale, <br>Of the beautiful lady and the gallant male. <br>And one day the bird let its heart out, <br>And the beautiful flower refused with pout, <br>The bird wanting its beloved’s heart, <br>Asked her, 'What do I do so that we don’t part? ' <br>And the proud flower told the lonely bird, <br>'There is a flower down the valley, have you heard? <br>Its brilliant red, is said is more beautiful than me, <br>So dear bird, make me red, as red as I can be! ' <br>The bird said, 'But your beauty is no match, <br>So beautiful are you that my heart, you did catch! ' <br>The flower in its pride and anger, <br>Told the bird 'Oh! Don’t bother', <br>The sadness in its eyes, the bird couldn’t see, <br>And said, 'I gift the colour red to thee! ' <br>Saying this he pierced his heart on a thorn, <br>And spilt the blood on her till he was torn, <br>And the flower indeed did become red, <br>With the love of the little bird’s blood, <br>People would stare at the beautiful flower, <br>And amongst the branches it would hover, <br>The people passing soon forgot the song of the bird, <br>But the silent lament of the flower was never heard, <br>The flower never forgot the love of its bird, <br>But the melody of the poor bird was never heard!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Supriya+Mothay">Supriya Mothay</a><div class=q>
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Stood a lovely flower fragrant and free, 
She was the sight of every passer-by, 
'What a beautiful flower! ' people would cry. 
The flower in the prime of its youth, 
Couldn’t identify life and its real tr..."></div>
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