I plucked a flower from her field,
And planted it in mine.
I couldn't bear a rotten garden,
I can't take back what I've done.
So I spoiled, Her rose, her love,
All that was pure, that sacred dove.
Does my troubled ghost still haunt you?
Cause your sunflower still makes me blue
And planted it in mine.
I couldn't bear a rotten garden,
I can't take back what I've done.
So I spoiled, Her rose, her love,
All that was pure, that sacred dove.
Does my troubled ghost still haunt you?
Cause your sunflower still makes me blue
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and the deers murmur of a world that isn't filled with bricks. a world where I can open my eyes. They tell me they know lots of creatures there
Anonymous Poll
25%
Don't believe them
25%
Deers aren't real silly
25%
I've been there
25%
They're just charming you with their sirens
Tan Poco
Irepelusa
Knowing that they look at us badly
I walk and walk ignoring
That we are from different worlds
And I think I'm loving you already
I walk and walk ignoring
That we are from different worlds
And I think I'm loving you already
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