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She is the flower that blooms at night
All I wanted was to be her knight
She gives The Motivation to get up
To go through my day
I could never pick
the the beautiful flower
Even in her final hour
I would weep for an eternity
To see her bloom close up
And see the darkness turn gray

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 21, 2016 ⏰

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