Ah, how briefly I had your red beauty. Now I will have to wait until next year to see your lovely face. Perhaps if I planted more tulip bulbs, I would get more blooms, and they would last longer. You would not be lonely then, there would be someone to talk to.
But now my columbine is blooming. There are other flowers to fill the void you left when your fiery head has fallen.
Ciao~
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