Come flower child,
Join the rest,
In the autumn fields abloom.
Come flower child,
Join the patch,
In the rolling hills of autumn.
Come flower child,
Lay to rest,
Just like all the others.
Who came to the autumn fields,
Lined with stones.
Feb 12, 2025
Feb 12, 2025 at 1:54 PM UTC
Come flower child,
Join the rest,
In the autumn fields abloom.
Come flower child,
Join the patch,
In the rolling hills of autumn.
Come flower child,
Lay to rest,
Just like all the others.
Who came to the autumn fields,
Lined with stones.
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