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to kill a flower is a crime you'll no longer hear pretty birds chime as you slowly drop a tear the tear falls and a little child calls to his sister her mind is amiss as he gives her her first kiss as her life flies by in a blur he stumbles over a broken flower that has watched everything as it lifelessly lay on the cold, hard ground
Life Goes By
