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when a flower wakes from its dream
and realizes it is a flower
the gunman in a white suit behind the white
column and the man with the red suit jacket
it withers and dies on its stem
and sorrow drips from my white glove
with the black glasses who is covering a damaged eye
and he forces her to sing with the gun
and she sings with her head tilted slightly up
as he lays his finger delicately on the keys
at the back of his head, he lifts his hands
and the gangster smiles signaling his end
she will no longer be his as he is
he is the drifter with no ties to anyone
but walks in the column of white triangles
and you know he'll never die
and can't walk alone if there is a woman
by his side so he walks down the aisle alone
or be the guy who got shot in the eye
he will lay there and whistle his tune
when a flower wakes from its dream