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All the air is felt with flowers
I just want to cry.
I believe my heart is breaking,
But I don't know why.
As we sleep our dreams grow brighter
Ready in all ways.
And our love with every fiber
Helds our waking days
All the air is felt with flowers
I just want to cry.
I believe my heart is breaking,
But I don't know why.
As we sleep our dreams grow brighter
Ready in all ways.
And our love with every fiber
Helds our waking days