trouble so high flower sunk who am i trouble deep
one of these mornings everyone that loves me will look for me, and i'll be gone, its just the way i am, i think i will always feel like i am a prisioner, i'll never see colors as they were like its summer,i'll be gone, one of these mornings it wont be very long, because nothing is very long when you look at it, its already gone. i just hope im
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