It's time again.
It's been time.
Time to break out of the earth and grow up to the sky.
Open your bud.
Little flower. It's so....
when planted in the ground.
And the wind, it blows through.
Still in the ground.
They'll call you a weed,
but I can see your flower.
I see your eyes lookin at the sky.
Your roots are planted in the ground.
Even though you are my friend, that my reasoning is unsound.
When the weather gets windy.
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