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I saw a dying flower withering on the vine and the flower looked like my mother so I ran back here to hide I ran back here to hide. I saw a pretty bird Singing on a bough I reached to catch him but he leapt And it broke my heart somehow And it broke my heart somehow. I was riding on the softest breeze I had a man on a summer lawn I looked up and all the leaves had fell And my man he was gone. One time I believed in you There was nothing I would hold back I would have given you everything and I. Curse the ground that he walks upon Curse the bed where he lays his head Curse the wind that blew him in Curse the heart that he tore apart Curse his past and his future too Curse the teeth his lying through Curse the water that he drinks Curse that man and the way that he clings To lies.
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