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My heart is dead
Not from the lead
But from the misery
My heart seems to be in

If i had the will power
To turn myself into a flower
I would rutn myself into a rare black rose
Bur i'd never die it would be like i'm froze

But i am alive through Fall and Winter
In a field, right in its center
As if i was the fields heart
And around me the flowers look like rare art

Couples come, and Couples go
But they all bend down low
To look at me and my friends together
You are a pressies Butterfly but you never leave me, never

They all murmur sweet things about us but they dont mean a word they say
It is now spring and i must go and lay
But i will return
And were i go i must learn




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