Tekster: Ivy. Over.

So, so pure, our birth, our love
Hope to God, He's really up above

When all is said and done
This flower has begun wilting over, over
When all is said and done
This flower has begun wilting over, over

Hear me fall, I'm so cold inside
To know we die, makes life a lie

When all is said and done
This flower has begun wilting over, over
When all is said and done
This flower has begun wilting over, over

So, so pure, our birth, our love
Hope to God, He's really up above

When all is said and done
This flower has begun wilting over, over
When all is said and done
This flower has begun wilting over, over

When all is said and done
This flower has begun wilting over, over
When all is said and done
This flower has begun wilting over, over

When all is said and done
This flower has begun wilting over, over
When all is said and done
This flower has begun wilting over, over
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