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I'm bleeding in ways of the tire burned

I'm crying in ways of the nightbird

No more is there one to lay by my s de

I'm straying in nightmares all the time

A little something I know

A little somewhere I go rem nds me of you

To blossom blue is to blossom without you

I'm breaking but I cannot bear to

I'm staring but I cannot see you

For no more are you to lay by my side

I'm weeping no more then this second time

A little something I know

A little somewhere I go

Where the sweet waters flow reminds me of you

A little something I know

A little somewhere I go

Where the sweet waters flow

Where the mistletoes grow reminds me of you

To blossom blue is to blossom without you