I once held a beautiful flower
and in my hand the flower bloomed
but my soul was bitter and sour
and in my hand the flower was doomed

And even though this flower was lifted
into the sunshine of my mind
still in my hand the flower wilted
now all thats left i'll die to find

I would write a song for you
with every verse a mile long
and every word absolutely true
still in your mind
you find them wrong

And for you i could write a book
filled with love i'd write it every day
make you happy no matter what it took
despite what you think love will find a way.

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