Flower Lady
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Millionaires and paupers walk the hungry street
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Rich and poor companions of the restless bea
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Strangers in a foreign lan
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Strike a match with trembling han
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Learn too much to ever understan
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But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lad
Lover's quarrel, snarl away their happines
Kissed crumble in a web of lonlines
It's written by the poison pe
Voices break before they ben
The door is slamme
It's over, once agai
But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lad
Poets agonize, they cannot find the word
And the stone stares at the sculptor asks "are you absurd?"
The painter paints his brushes bac
Through the canvas runs a crac
Portrait of the pain never answers bac
But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lad
Soldiers, disillusioned, come home from the wa
Sarcastic students tell them not to fight no mor
And they argue through the nigh
Black is black and white is whit
Walk away both knowing they are righ
But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lad
Smoke dreams of escaping souls are drifting b
Dull the pain of living as they slowly di
Smiles change into a snee
washed away by whiskey tear
In the quicksand of their mind they disappea
Still nobody's buying flowers from the flower lad
Feeble, aged, people almost to their knee
Complain about the present using memorie
Never found their pot of gol
Wrinkled hands pound weary hole
Each line screams out you're old, you're old, you're ol
But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lad
And the flower lady hobbles home without a sal
Tattered shreds of petals leave a fading trai
Not a pause to hold a ros
Even she no longer know
The lamp goes out the evening now is close
And nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady
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