Five-petaled flower
Quiet in your beauty
Let slip a dainty petal
She loves me
Now left with four
Let glide another to the floor
She loves me not
Three left to count
Let flutter the next
She loves me
Two left to see
Let fall this one, too
She loves me not
Now, joyous flower, one is left
Let descend one more
She loves me!
Alas that life is not a five-petaled flower
For in truth I know
She loves me not…
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