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All Flowers In Time Bend Towards The Sun

My eyes are A baptism Oh i am filth And sing her Into my thoughts Oh phantom elusive thing

One that can never be known Either all drunk with the world at her feet Or sober with no place to go

We could go (......) We can travel round Fading farther from me With your face in my window call When will you weep for me Sweet willow It's ok to be angry But not to hurt me Your happiness, yes, yes, yes Darling, darling

All flowers in time bend towards the sun I know you say that there's no-one for you But here is one


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