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Tiny Flowers
The near end of summer
Closer than you think
She listened to a man on the radio
With the deep breaths and the zen
Lean back in a lounging chair
Lemonade in a hand
The sky was weathered fair
Her gaze echoed across the land
Breathe
See your soul climbing higher
Everything is tiny flowers
The coming dark is brighter
Please
There's a ghost waiting below for me
It warned so long ago to sieze
And only now was she able to see
Her hand suddenly slipped
Leaving the lemons in a clutter of glass
There is a call for tea
And an evening spent clinging to its ending
Breathe
See your soul climbing higher
Everything is tiny flowers
The coming dark is a little brighter
Please
There's a ghost waiting below for me
It warned so long ago to sieze and release
And only now was she able to see
The stars a little closer
And everything as tiny flowers
You can only come to hold it in arms
When the last of your worries are gone
When your soul looks like a soul
And the world takes no kind of toll
Your soul will reach the highest place
Little petals begin to replace
The dark will shine on her face
The ghosts will wander back from whence they come
Their footprints left in muddy snow behind
She sees them quickly dissapearing from mortal eyes
Everything is tiny flowers
