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In the throes of decay, you're a tulip wilted
But you're still perfect to me
Sometimes I feel like it's wrong to believe I could be just like you
Sometimes I feel like the garden which overgrew.
But you're still perfect to me
Sometimes I feel like it's wrong to believe I could be just like you
Sometimes I feel like the garden which overgrew.
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