Here sits a flower
5 petals to it
The death of the son is heard
A petal falls down
With a faint crying sound
Leaving just 4
The death of the father
Soon comes to ear
Every one's left to mourn
Another petal falls down
Leaving 3 in a round
Hoping tomorrow it will be cured
The death of the sister soon draws near
As the mother is left alone
2 petals left and nothing seems right
As the mother soon becomes ill
The mothers time comes but not before her son
Has just enough time to be born
There's just 1 more petal
But look out your window
And they'll be a while field of flowers
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