Was it you?the face i saw in my dreams?
was it for you i lived in pain?
i had painted you in myself a long time ago,
a carving in my heart,
i waited for you on all those long and winding roads,
to walk with me.
all my flowers are meant for you.
all my dreams're made for you.
i'm here,my garden is ready,
waiting for the one flower it miss..
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