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The strangest thought came to me on this morning |
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As I awake to greet the coming dawn |
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The sun was hardly peaking through the garden |
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It felt that with everything, |
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I was oneThen |
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I wished that |
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I could come back as a flower |
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As a flower, as a flower |
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How I wished that |
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I could come back as a flower |
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As a flower |
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To spread the sweetness of love |
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To spread the sweetness of love |
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The dew had finished making love to many |
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A rainbow smelling sweet was in the air |
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I envied all the silence |
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I saw growing |
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So unmoved by things outside of themselves |
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And how I wished that |
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I could come back as a flower |
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As a flower, as a flower |
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How I wished that |
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I could come back as a flower |
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As a flower |
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To spread the sweetness of love |
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How I wished that |
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I could come back as a flower |
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Oh, as a flower, as a flower |
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How I wished that |
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I could come back as a flower |
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As a flower, as a flower |
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To spread the sweetness of love |
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To spread the sweetness of love |
