She only grows one flower
And he has so many leaves
So much blue behind them
It's so hard to find him
When she rides the breeze
Impale me on a sharpened limb
So I can live with them
In time I'll be
Inside the mind
Of a friend of a friend of a friend
She rides the bees
On her knees
I can hear them crying
Because they feel like dying
When she decides to leave
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Author:
Dent Moses (
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