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Orange Flowers

I used to keep orange flowers in my pockets
And walk slowly around the soft green grass
And smell the scent of the sweet nectar that rose into the air
Hoping that the sweetness of my flowers would soon become my own
Oh how I wish I still kept orange flowers in my pockets
Hoping that their sweetness would soon become our own
Hoping that they could somehow wipe away your tears and your pain
Hoping that they could be a better friend than I ever was
I once used to keep orange flowers in my pockets,
but orange flowers soon wilt to brown bitterness



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