Their was a flower,
glowing in a beautiful crimson red,
Shining in the break of dusk,
Then a man approaches,
admiring the beautiful color,
He decides to pick the flower,
When it was picked it lost all its shining color,
This sadden the man,
Because he wished to give the flower to his dying mother,
As this was her last wish,
But the man couldn't accomplish this task,
So ends up going to his mother with the dull flower,
It turns out his mother was actually pleased with the dull flower,
And she died in peace with no regrets,
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