Chapters of my life are turning purple, green, gold, There is fragrance of burning as nights grow cold. The flagged footsteps with iris galore of the most mysterious thoughts never appear before, The air is filled with sweetness, I love irises, The symbol of life, love, and light. Pray to God, Everything will be allright.
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