the pure flower

the young free and easy day
holds  tomorrow

within the fragile eyes
of the run-a-way child

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where will you take her
you of the smarts and the money
the power and the prestige?

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the flower child
the death circles round
the flower child

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we all can see

we see

we all can see

we see

we all can see

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the fragile flower

that tomorrow holds

the free and easy day
that holds tomorrow

the run-a-way child

that we all hold

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we run a way

or die

we run away
or die

we run away

or

die