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Planted less the sunshine to bloom Six feet below Ms Shyflower wears tomorrow's Funeral Wake her do wipe the soil from her Eyes Eyes only Only eyes In their panic Chased by darkness Chased by darkness To see nothing To see nothing To see nothing I'm not dead I want the sun I'm not dead They will walk over to do this Crushing stone marker Panic Scratching away at the lid Shyflower buried Thy seed is alive Shyflower buried alive From Letras Mania