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| There are flowers in spirit form Floating aimlessly into the sun And the tune of a willow tree Weeping in the distance Children dress the neighborhood bushes With strings that cling to thorns Like christmas decor And I am watching from my apartment window Watching the cars pass by one after another Forever It was all there was And it was all there ever will be I remember the golden hair of a child Floating in a summer breeze In the vagueness of a memory Forever Like the sobs of a marionette If we became children again We could fall down in the tall grass Of an open meadow And talk about how easy it would be To watch the city burn to the ground And watch the embers fall all around Glowing orange butterflys Trailing down from the heavens Like a child scribbling through the air in crayon |