My Flower Sky
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I have tried to paint it
My own flower sky
A garden of color
I cannot describe
And I have made a way there
Through these corridors
And through the rooftop stairway
Through the secret door
You misunderstand me
I am not a child
The door to my garden
I lift open wide, wide up above
Marigolds, violets, roses not stud seeds
Cornflowers make blue fields
Where I want to run
You misunderstand me
I am not a child
The door to my garden
I lift open wide
You misunderstand me
I am not a child
I wish that I could be
But time proves unkind
You misunderstand me
I am not a child
A place to come back to
Is my flower sky
Is my flower sky
Is my flower, my flower, my flower, my flower sky
It's somewhere out there
Sky
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