Oh that the lovely flower, which has everlasting power
Ghost that holds the flower has taken an hour
Who, by chance will grow?
And no one will ever show
But, if the winds decide to blow
No way, the flower will ever grow
The town, may be saved
The clown, may be shaved
Yet, the flower only has an hour
The rose must close, with lasting hopes
The ghost finally copes
The flower will shower
And the flower must, devour