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The flowers bloom so beautifully... yet they carry such sorrow.

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Each note I play carries memories of those who've gone before.

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(The spider lilies sway with my melody, as if dancing with ghosts of the past.)

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Perhaps... these flowers aren't just for mourning.

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Maybe they're also for remembering the beauty we shared.