"My Flower"

You're stealing my flower,

and you leave out its thorns.

You're stealing my happiness,

and you let out the crows.

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You're stealing my blossoms,

You're running away.

The sharp moves you make,

the unknown games that you play.

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For it is my flower,

Alas! It's my turn.

I want to rise up high

and reach out for the sun.

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But when my bright flower,

is taken away,

I will drown back in pain

and you will not pay.

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