Strange flowers
Bear these barren lands
Violet light
Blooms in our hands

Bitter milk
Drips from the top
And then
Runs down the stem

Strange dreams
Bear these flowers
Violet light
Blooms in your sleep

But I'm awake
And I'm aware
Thaty you might not wake
So I'll take care
And watch you
While you dream

Strange flowers
Bear these barren lands
While you dream
I hold your hand
Once again

A bitter tear
Drips from my eye
And then
Runs down the lid
But before you wake
It'll be dry

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