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May Flowers

Retrieve your knife from the wound
Pick the salt out
Scabs and all, I'll rust with all my heart
Worn out
and it calls

Something keeps me back in that room
Purple so deep
It looked black in
the dark
And it calls

May flowers will bloom soon
and I'll be gone
but I'll call
Written by Dreamboy
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