Like the tree leaves all burned into one,
Something has begun.
Like the language that the flower speaks,
Love is neither frail nor weak.
...
Something has begun.
Like the language that the flower speaks,
Love is neither frail nor weak.
...
Like the waves crashing to the shore,
Always fighting, forevermore.
Flower wreaths and feet feeling the earth,
Such a gift to those who see it's value and worth.
The world shows it's beauty in countless ways,
But we'll only see it when we appreciate our days
Always fighting, forevermore.
Flower wreaths and feet feeling the earth,
Such a gift to those who see it's value and worth.
The world shows it's beauty in countless ways,
But we'll only see it when we appreciate our days
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