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Singing To The Flowers Singing to the flowers. Sing in the sunshine showers. King without powers. Sing in the sunshine showers. Clouds are the only friends for the lonely, old in the golden sunset. High in the red sky, rust like a bled sky. Soon I must head for my bed. Waving at the flowers. Gone are the sunshine showers. Yellow magic powers lost in the frost of night. |