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Flowers for Soul Mates
 
There stood a blue flower, out on a dream
It was wilting, it was waiting,
it was everything I wanted.
I dream about this flower sometimes,
and wonder…

If I’m what she wants,
I wonder if I’m what she is dreaming of.
Can these lives we make really mean something,
can they open up the bottle, and close it back again,
I’m dreaming of her, are you dreaming of me.
You’re my blue flower, you’re my gray sky,
you’re the rainy days, and
the dew in between day and night.
I bury myself inside her dream,
I beautify myself in her sky, but is she beautifying me,
when she is sleeping, when she is dreaming,
when she is raining… does she feed the flower?