Decorated with Flowers Lyrics

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I was wandering in the woods of dawn
as I flew in the face of logic
the night before
the mourning after

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gifted with such wonderful wounds
caress the salty waters
the light in the dead of the day
whispers gently; birds of prey

attack in vain
decay
and
sustain
release this greater art of wrath

Early spring: Silence is forced to leave,
uncovering immature thoughts. Are they
yet to be unleashed? Orion rules the sky
once more, orbiting the polar star. What weak companion that I am to him. Has winter wiped the forsaken thought, whose twitching I believe to feel? No longer shall it dwell within. Early spring is on my mind, throughout of another kind. Yet, as
I bethink again, I recognise him very well.

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