The time of dusk I saw her,
Was plucking flower,
Near the unlimited green faddy filed.
The prospect was so thrill!
I miss out, the miss,
So voracity to kiss her lower leaf.
She was just a red Flamingo,
How thrill oh!
The day was covering by the dusk slowly,
The red flamingo has gone lonely.
Stolen my hurt.
I felt all the sweetest greens were desert.