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The flowers you gave me are rotting and still I refuse to throw them away Some of the bulbs never opened quite fully They might so I'm waiting and staying awake Things I have loved I'm allowed to keep I'll never know if I go to sleep The papers around me are piling And twisting regina the paper back mummy What then I'm taking the knife to the books that i own And chopping and chopping and boiling soup from stone Things I have loved I'm allowed to keep I'll never know if I go to sleep Things I have loved I'm allowed to keep I'll never know if I go to sleep From Letras Mania