A bunch of dead flowers, kept in a vase

And its all that remind me of you

Why do i keep them, well might you ask



They're all that remind me of you



Two seperate people, two seperate ways

And i hope they may pass again

Withered and dead like, your love for me



And they're all that remind me of you

Once fresh and green now no, honey for the bee



They're all that remind me of you



A bunch of dead flowers kept in a vase

And they're all that remind me of you

Why do i keep them, well might you ask



They're all that remind me of you



They're all that remind me of you

They're all that remind me of you




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