The Flower I Left Behind

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The flower I left behind

Comes to visit my dreams every night

Everyday a new blossom blooms

Every night, my depression looms.

Oh to be a kid again

All those lost memories, to regain

Flower of mine, never cry

Flower of mine, it's you I spy

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