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The Flowers
She is walking through the snowflakes On the churchyard With a small bunch of flowers in her hand She's putting it on a gravestone Of a young soldier Who died on the desert sand
And it hurts And it hurts The song in her head Where the flowers are gone And the young men are dead And the girls are alone With the hours
Life is floating away in a small red river On the desert sand A river of pictures A movie of 20 years is flowing Through his head
The flowers Where are the flowers She was picking alone in a meadow A summer a long time ago Life was endless A desert An ocean
The host of a talk show is laughing And laughing And people talk about the interior of their houses And how they How they want to change it Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
And it hurts And it hurts The song in her head Where the flowers are gone And the young men are dead And the girls are alone With the hours
The Apache wandered lonely as a cloud O'r vales and hills When all at once he saw a crowd A host of red poppies in a field
And the flowers Where are the flowers She was picking alone in a meadow A summer a long time ago Life was endless A desert An ocean
The flowers Where are the flowers The hours The years Where are the flowers
Sometimes you dream The desert is an ocean You dive deeper and deeper You cannot find him
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