The camellia will bloom come spring.
The petals will move and curl,
Protected in an embrace.
And should it die,
Let all die with it.
For what is meaning
Without my muse?
The camellia will bloom come spring.
The petals will move and curl,
Protected in an embrace.
And should it die,
Let all die with it.
For what is meaning
Without my muse?
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