I would catch you when you fall
But when I'm falling on my own
Would you do the same?
Oh wait
No you won't
You wouldn't catch me
Because the water under me will
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Purple Hyacinth
Poetry[First of The "Hyacinth" Poetry Book Series] I once wished that we won't wither. But I'm sorry, I guess those flowers were us after all.
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I would catch you when you fall
But when I'm falling on my own
Would you do the same?
Oh wait
No you won't
You wouldn't catch me
Because the water under me will
