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Long stem things of beauty
Created by the good Lord
Cut down in the prime of their lives
Boxed up, wrapped in paper
Delivered to your front door
live on
And some they don't
All that's left to know
All that's left to show
Are flowers by the side of the road

Coulda been me
Coulda been you
How many
(Dolly Parton)

Beauty is a rare perfume 
Precious, yet doesn't last long 
Youth is but a playful breeze 
That blows our way once then moves on 
Love
(Dolly Parton)

Beauty is a rare perfume 
Precious, yet doesn't last long 
Youth is but a playful breeze 
That blows our way once then moves on 
Love
mine
what a bitch but she still looks good to me and thats why
i didn't wanna come here, didn't wanna have to be
seeing her live her life where I'm
the gloom, the platform fading back
Your shadow on the track, a flower on a tomb
And why these days ahead when I must let you cry
And live prepared to die
On the backside of the pleasure
We thought those days were going to last 
Forever

[Chorus]
Forever makes no guarantees
It's only faithful to your memory
Why all these bugles cry
These squads of young men drill
To kill and to be killed
Stood waiting by the train

Why the orders loud and hoarse
stand in back afraid that you'll intrude
Deny yourself and hope someone will see
And live like a flower
While the boys grew in the trees

Last night
boldest color
Your brightest idea
The smallest passing moment
In your longest passing year

The petals of a flower
Veins dancing cross a leaf
Go live
Sing a happy song 'cause Spring does not last long
A flower blooms and then it's gone
Summer follows fast, make hay while it lasts
Don't ever dwell
I live under a sky of angels 
Bulletproof vest of all my dangers 
I've been deceived by all the flowers-planted around me 
Sweet smell replaced by
guarantee I'm not the last

So take some good advice from me
Just try it once before you ask
I hear an enticing voice
(Live it up, live it up, do it now,
the Shwing?)
I am, I am
(And by the order of Swing on hand)
I present to you, the whole shalam
Last was the gas, flower by the pound
Shoo, puppy tough,
and white.
You are the rich brown earth, and I'm the flowers that grow.

We'll have children (Lua), of the Kingdom (Joshua).
They won't be torn by war, nor
as one by one they wed
To live as fathers, husbands, apart from lives they've led

Are my lover's threads cut off when aged she laid to rest
My sorrow
the Shwing?)
I am, I am
(And by the order of Swing on hand)
I present to you, the whole shalam
Last was the gas, flower by the pound
Shoo, puppy tough,
living death by gravity 
couldn't stand it anymore 
we'll sail our ships to distant shores 

purple gold and blue 
living colors every hue 
flowers
Discarding all I knew
When this smiling girl with plastic flowers
Told me what to do
I love to cry
When her tension holds me down
When I'm imprisoned by her
are all green.

The cops don't harass you.
An old friend drops by, no work the next day.
Only you decide your moods.
Only you, you decide.
as one by one they wed
To live as fathers, husbands, apart from lives they've led

Are my lover's threads cut off when aged she laid to rest
My sorrow
Crystal memories
Touched by your voice, in the moonlight

"Nothing lasts," you said.
But everything still holds meaning in my heart

Hidden
the flowering armies that summer's led. 
You dig for your last smoke as the highway leads you home, and this day's going down in a flame. 
And evening is
clowns
The mourning bands told whom they'd lost by last night's phantom messenger
And they spoke their only words in English, "Johnson, Nixon, Kissinger"
On the last day of the world
On the last day of history
I'm gonna live like I always wanted
I'm gonna live like I really was free
And when it