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Bài hát mà Little Flower có liên hệ đến:

• Little Flower (original) bởi Funk McLovin

Lời bài hát:

(artist's lyrics)

Theo YouTube

Though not alive my eyes have seen
Epochs rise and fall
My body tired mind on fire
With mem'ry of it all

My folly I suppose was that
Though I lived it true
Was marriage mine with misery
So was my point of view

I've lived a thousand years unshocked
All sights I had seen twice
Til lav'nder eyes peered out
And made me call for Christ

Two gifts I've ne'er recieved
She gave to me that night
A lover's smile from across the room
And a wink from orbs so bright

[My little flower sweet with thorns
From rose her red is theft
She can't tell I smell her sanguine
Or that I'm bereft
I breathe a mortal's gasp again
my lips curling timid
And though my heart beats no more
I've adoration vivid]

I've lived years too broad in scope
To even bother logging
And 'til that day that Rose I saw
I'd not known belonging

I'll spare the details of my courting
For fear I seem a fool
And to my shock through follies vast
Rose fell for this ghoul

Now I sit paralyzed
In the bed we shared
A night of love and laughter
My apathy now spared

I hold my head my eyes so wide
My mind and lungs so broken
I believed my life was over
Until my Rose had spoken

[My little flower sweet with thorns
From rose her red is theft
She can't tell I smell her sanguine
Or that I'm bereft
I breathe a mortal's gasp again
my lips curling timid
And though my heart beats no more
I've adoration vivid]

Though jubilation was in store
Terror gripped me, vision blurred
Love for monsters isn't cheap
I now belonged to her

Love may be simple madness
Or perhaps a gilded prison
I cannot dwell on my own fear
For Rose has made me risen

[My little flower sweet with thorns
From rose her red is theft
She can't tell I smell her sanguine
Or that I'm bereft
I breathe a mortal's gasp again
my lips curling timid
And though my heart beats no more
I've adoration vivid]