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Mourning Glory
The flowers that bloom intrigue me
So innocent and so carefree
Yet, they prick my delicate fingers
With thorns that throb and linger
Mourning Glory
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The flowers that bloom intrigue me
So innocent and so carefree
Yet, they prick my delicate fingers
With thorns that throb and linger
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