As I walk across the fields
Filled with hordes of buttercups
I‘m grateful for this life of mine
Aware that common as life appears
Like the buttercups, we’re all unique
We have our time, thrive and flourish
Then all in time we disappear
A memory of an extinguished light
A memory that will linger on
Reminding us that we are never alone
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