The Blind Gardener

LucyGooseyyyyyyyyyy

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Reads 70
Votes 9
Parts 6
Time 19m

LucyGooseyyyyyyyyyy

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Please forgive me.
    I'm sorry.
    
    But it's okay!
    whoever said you were wrong?
    I'll give you a bouquet,
    and fill them with songs.
    
    But because of me you died,
    dissolved and dried, tucked away in a shade of umbra.
    And because of me you cried,
    And she died, Alexandra.
    The one you loved gone, swept away in the wind, never to be seen again. 
    So what am I to do?
    let you fall?
    
    I beg of you, pick up my call.
    
    This is a story about a poet and a blind florist, and the past.All Rights Reserved

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Please forgive me.
    I'm sorry.
    
    But it's okay!
    whoever said you were wrong?
    I'll give you a bouquet,
    and fill them with songs.
    
    But because of me you died,
    dissolved and dried, tucked away in a shade of umbra.
    And because of me you cried,
    And she died, Alexandra.
    The one you loved gone, swept away in the wind, never to be seen again. 
    So what am I to do?
    let you fall?
    
    I beg of you, pick up my call.
    
    This is a story about a poet and a blind florist, and the past.

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