Little flower with a colorful face,
little pansy so full of beauty.
Sometimes I wonder to myself,
how do you endure the cold?
Do you fight to the last breath
to keep your head held high?
And what about the heat of the day,
how do you manage to live
after the cruel sun has scalded you since 10?
Sometimes I think I should be better off as a pansy,
so I could endure the heat of the world,
and the cold glares from outsiders.
This place is tough for the both of us,
so let's agree to trade places now and again.
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