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She wears flowers in her hair She holds demons in her heart This angel dying in the dust Tears a tender soul a part She laughs like she's a child And she screams like she's a rage Flies above the wreckage With the spirit of a sage And I cry for her And she cries for me We can't cry together Neither one is free Her body is a temple But she wears it like a blade Opens it to cut inside The promises she's made Her love is like a whisper Silent as the snow Buried far beneath the fear A wounded heart will know And I cry for her And she cries for me Falling tears from blinded eyes Neither one will see She turns a smile into pain Invites the agony again Lays her pretty head to rest Starving underneath Her hungry breast And her bitter ache is swallowed While she wishes for tomorrow And her day that never comes Leaves a little lonely faded one She will cry for her I will cry for me Will we ever cry together Could we really ever be I will lie with her She will lie with me Someday we will lie together Someday When we're free
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