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I am the flowers that drink the rain that dries my Sun
I am the flowers that drink the rain that dries my Sun

The words that I keep are made of glass, I am not deceived
Exits are entrances to open on the other side

I am the flowers that drink the rain that dries my Sun
I have no more air in my fingers for the balloon that flies between my hands

The words that I keep are made of glass, I am not deceived
Exits are entrances to open on the other side

I am the flowers that drink the rain that dries my Sun
To let go is to retain
To let go is to retain the words that I keep, they are made of glass, I am not deceived
Exits are entrances to open on the other side