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FlowersThe quiet daytime air, brings about my disarming need for realization. To realize the wealth, to realize the stealth, of all the things that are passing by. Goodbye my sweet, pick up your feet, and walk on over to your future lies. Put down your gun, and look of stun..... ....smell the flowers 'till they make you cry.
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