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They asked why I chose black tulips for his grave The petals unforgiving to the touch with fragile strength cloak a secret centre Their elusive lustre glimpsed for but a moment Then quelled in this perfidious place How earnestly they droop their sombre heads As lifeless stalks lie limp on burnished wood And they asked why I chose black tulips for his grave

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