My Flower
I wish the flower I pick for you
Could be cherished by your hand
I wish the flower I pick for you
Touch your finger like a diamond
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I wish the flower I pick for you
Be at your front just for a while
Attract those big black eyes
Be opened with your smile
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I wish the flower I pick for you
Be scattered on your way
If just could kiss those sacred feet
Then let it be blown away
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Do whatever you like to do
With the flower I pick for you
But don't offer it, please
With your hand unto my foe!
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