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Song of the Flower Boy
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lyrics of the hills in little caves you'll find some pools,
of deepest feeling tears,
and deeper still of deepest things,
that no one sees or hears.
everywhere you look, theres flowers,
shady flowers in the deep.
they love the air and water there,
the stuff thats perfectly sweet.
he sleeps so softly amongst the daisies,
that keep him warm at night.
he wakes to the marigolds singing sadly,
because they will never see the light.
he talks with the littlest flowers,
because they can only listen.
and the snapdragons make him laugh,
of the stories of whom they've bitten.
you would not belive the roses,
theyve grown out all their thorns.
they do it to protect him,
because the earth is torn.
they sing all day such songs of love,
and from inside the mountain they cry,
of the flower boy who sits with them,
who's love never, ever dies.
their voices are so delicate,
their sound so pure and real,
that anyone who hates and hears it,
will never, ever heal.
the good thing though, for those that care,
is that the song brings loveful minds:
not beauty of face or eyes or race,
but beauty of the soulful kind.
this is the song of the flower boy,
it is true as true can be.
for i have seen him once myself,
as his beauty graced my trees.
