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The Flowers
I go to the factory,
where the False Flowers grow.
Each one is beautiful,
and everybody knows.
Who came from the factory,
and who grows on their own.
where the False Flowers grow.
Each one is beautiful,
and everybody knows.
Who came from the factory,
and who grows on their own.
Published 30th Sep 2011
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