Broken Flowers make me think of you
The way they fall flat on the floor
And they still feel soft,
And the beauty’s still there
But you know they’re gone
Monday, November 12, 2007
Broken Flowers
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Broken Flowers make me think of you
The way they fall flat on the floor
And they still feel soft,
And the beauty’s still there
But you know they’re gone
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