Butterflies... not quite birds, as they were not quite flowers, mysterious and fascinating as are all indeterminate creatures.
When the flowers start blooming, I like to ride my bike.
Like flowers scattered in a storm, a man's life is a long farewell.
As from a large heap of flowers many garlands and wreaths are made, so by a mortal in this life there is much good work to be done.
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