There is a flower I wish to see
the thought of it gots the best of me
in softness a spit of hidden desire
then burst to flame, breath and fire
never a care has touched this brow
this gentle flower I must get to know
There is a flower I wish to see
the thought of it gots the best of me
in softness a spit of hidden desire
then burst to flame, breath and fire
never a care has touched this brow
this gentle flower I must get to know
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