The Flower Girl Says Her Prayer

I feel your heart by the way you fall
Clasped hands, injected needle, through your call
Your eyes of sea, creep into me
I reach out and then you flee

Beyond where I can reach
Toss me, Turn me, Hurt me
Burn the world with your embers, sin

Turn the knife, key my heart
Clasped hands, my death day but you leave the start
A rope, a noose escape, I climb
Here you go, the last time

Beyond where I can reach
Toss me, Turn me, Hurt me
Burn the world with your embers, sin

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