Red, orange, yellow angels won't you flutter down romantically enough for one more picture before you cast your beauty away?
Purple, pink, blue shells of eternally vivid flowers won't you smile one more time before you give yourself away to another gust of wind who only wants to watch you writhe away in uncontrollable pain?
Laughter, warmth, time outside won't you stay for one more day before the snow starts to fall and all our fears come back to play?
Mothers, Fathers, Sons, Daughters won't you make a memory now while the time is here still?
Beauty rarely visits and almost never stays.
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