Posture of a Violet The luring voice from the echo comes When midnight crept and the woodpines sung The morbid face and the somber child In the cultured garden that once has smiled A modest face that's tender and mild In the garden where the flowers bloom All locked up behind just one room The violet stands up oh, so proud...
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Birth sign: Sagittarius
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