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Pick the flowers
count your lovers and
what am i supposed to do
gaze into a starlit night
catch an angel in her flight
Do what you want to
if you want to
say what you want to say
cause it may help, if you
think in the end
thinkin' bout tomorrow
Spring has gone
so are the flowers
what's the use in hangin' round
take a picture of us now
cause we might never see this way