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Don't Buy me Roses - Plant me a Garden
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2008 Was it fate
When your eyes rest upon me?
My lips
To your indulgence
My eyes to your soul
It can't be a secret
You've seen it
How I quickly draw from you
A thousand daggers
Against my lungs
I want nothing
But the breeze of tomorrow
To take the ocean from my stomach
To cease
My intuitions
How I've longed
To rip my heart
From your hands
And shatter it
Upon the floor
