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Not to say, flower flowers In deep secret grief No birds will sing In deep secret grief.
Not to say, flower flowers
In deep secret grief
No birds will sing
In deep secret grief.
Intoxicated with the smell of light
In the breeze.
On the way astray
Constant illusion
The sadness of memory
It will blossom.
Intoxicated with the smell of light
In the breeze.
Not guilty of saying no
For absurd excuses
The light is in the dark
Looking for you
Intoxicated with the smell of light
In the breeze.
