The flowers bloom
There's a place without walls
for those that swear that they are floors.
and oh how they died like a flowers bloom
they lie so still in forgotten tombs
Its not to late to care.
I know a place where we could go.
It feeds on your fear to sooth your soul
here's all the words you were trying to say
its not polite to stare
Oh how you'll die just like the flowers bloom
a bride less vow underneath the full moon
its not to late to run
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