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Flocke

Compositor: Nicole Mercedes

She didn't plan a thing
And in the last scene they died
From a b12 overdose
Right before the end
She painted his eyelashes a jungle green
So we would know
They weren't all city

Unbearably cliche
Trampled coats, they promised a scene
Summery soirees
Disappointment served on a tray
And never will her teeth be the same

If they could stand- they'd stand the cold
If they could see- they'd see things through

Some accidental light
Uncovered all the afternoon blue
Just a shallow pond
In early November they'd get along