| You told me all creation starts
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| Within the darkness of a womb
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| Comparing flowers to enlightened minds, and
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| Therefore loving to see them bloom
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| As I had loved to see your joy, and
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| Sought out a meadow to pick this living light, but
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| Then I turned up at your door, and
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| Found I’d only been stealing in the night
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| When you said: «Don't give me flowers to put in a vase
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| They’re beautiful, I know, but they are dying
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| Unlike the love that they were given to proclaim
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| We’ll plant an oak tree in our garden
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| To better stand the test of time
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| Please don’t kill no flowers in my name
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| Don’t kill flowers in my name.»
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| Well then I thought of life and death, and
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| The impermanence of all there is, and
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| Grew unsure of how you knew
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| Our love could never feel the deathly kiss of time
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| When you said: «Love is like a phoenix, never to truly die
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| For it rises from its own ashes to be born anew
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| Yeah, it is so if the love is true, but
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| If it’s lost to you and I, it is lost to the world, and
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| It will truly feel as though each star has ceased to shine for good
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| Our love it lives on as it should
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| Our love lives on as it should |