Sweet is the word I know
You were like a flower in the air
The grass was removed
I planted seeds
I prayed for rain
Bright sun came
The flowers are waiting
They will return
When the rain comes again.
You were like a flower in the air
The grass was removed
I planted seeds
I prayed for rain
Bright sun came
The flowers are waiting
They will return
When the rain comes again.
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