The showers of flowers,
The showers of love
They are punishments from above
The gifts from god, the gifts from you
They pierce my heart right on through
What you touch, What you see
It stings you just like a bee
What you feel, what you think
Will all just make you sink
What you question, what you know
Will bend you just like a bow
What you dream, what you hope
Will lead you right back to the dope
What you love, what you like
Will bite you just like a pike
What I am, what I lack
Will be why you turn your back
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