Lyrics from a song for Jacqueline, who left us too soon.
Flower
Like a flower
She bloomed in the springtime.
She never made it
Through the summer.
Spared the chill of autumn,
The changing colours of her life,
But how am I going to make it
Through the winter?
The memory of a flower
Is not a real flower
A picture of a flower
Just reminds me
That the flower is gone.
Parkstreet
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