If I Were a Flower-Pot
It's an imagination of me
If I were the flower pot,
The flowers kept in me
Would be really lucky a lot.
Being outside the pot
I thought,
How cruel am I
with my pride,
Cannot apart you from all
You are allowed to hang by my side
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