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Old Rituals Are the Best before/after
Its springtime.
Its springtime, and I have a lot of flowers that grow in my yard.
Some I don't even know the names.
Lilacs. Tulips. Daisies.
Flowering trees. Plants that for me have no names, and never will.
But grow next to the overflowing ivy.
I want to find a girl to give them, who'll take them from me.
My flowers that I found. That grow without any help from me.
The old rituals are the best.
Not that it means love. No. Not necessarily.
But maybe just to say thank you for being a woman.
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