| The flower in my heart
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| what shall it stand for?
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| Everyone who once came to know love
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| knows the pain that hides behind it
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| Searching for something that doesn´t exist
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| Thinking highly of what he doesn´t have
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| Demanding without being prepared to give
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| How can you think that you know someone
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| if you don´t know yourself
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| A hunter without booty
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| A forest without trees
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| Tell me what love is
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| Say, you are searching for the pain
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| The disease that makes you
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| hold what you don´t have
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| Some people call it love
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| others call it longing
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| But the disappointment remains |