Beauty as Unlucky

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Flowers are of beautiful colors 
We wish it was just ours
Attracting every beings without any intentions
We wish we were as beautiful as flowers🌺🌷🌹

We pluck it to make it ours
But after a few hours
It looses it's color🥀🍂
Now we don't want it as ours

Flowers are of beautiful colors
We wish it was just ours
But now we now
Beauty has no power 🍃🌑

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