
She is a Flower Child
Who Loved My Flaws
Held me Together as a Piece
Still Poles Apart in Thoughts
I Walked Alone
She Followed Me Silently
When Blessings Came Calling
She Called Out, be Gracious.


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She is a Flower ChildWho Loved My FlawsHeld me Together as a PieceStill Poles Apart in ThoughtsI Walked AloneShe Followed Me SilentlyWhen Blessings Came CallingShe Called Out, be Gracious.

She is a Flower Child
Who Loved My Flaws
Held me Together as a Piece
Still Poles Apart in Thoughts
I Walked Alone
She Followed Me Silently
When Blessings Came Calling
She Called Out, be Gracious.


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