Too soon, too soon, the flower dies
as beauty fades upon the bloom.
It's floral essence once denied-
lives only in my memory.
Too soon, too soon, a storm unfolds-
the gentle winds of yesterday
now only blow in tales retold,
a scent once fresh upon my mind.
Too soon, too soon, our sad farewell-
the dreams we shared once left behind
turned bittersweet as my tears fell-
a taste of new reality.
Too soon, too soon, a final breath
exhaled your essence known to me.
Though every life must end in death-
it's vision burns eternally.
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