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Flowers In The Dark

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Flowers in the dark, growing without light. Every petal holds a name lost in endless night. Flowers in the dark, soft and full of grace— children of the morning gone without a trace.

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Flowers In The Dark

Pétur Söebech Quinn

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Pétur Söebech QuinnFlowers In The Dark. Machine-transcribed; use the interactive transcript above to jump the player to any line.

0:00... Flowers in the dark, no one sees them bloom Planet in the silence of a ward on room Tiny hands once reaching for a lullaby Now the stars are weeping in a shattered sky They were never meant to fall, never meant to fade But the world forgot to listen to the songs they made Flowers in the dark, growing without a light

1:02Every petal holds a name, lost in endless light Flowers in the dark, soft and full of grace Children of the morning gone without a trace Children of the morning Footsteps in the dust, echoes of a game Left returned to silence, no one left to name Dreams that never started, songs that never played All the colors vanished in the choices made They were never meant to fall, never meant to fade

2:07But the world forgot to listen to the songs they made Flowers in the dark, growing without a light Every petal holds a name, lost in endless light Flowers in the dark, soft and full of grace Children of the morning gone without a trace Children of the morning gone without a trace Let the wind remember, let the stars recall Every child who vanished in the silence of it all Let the earth be gentle, let the sky be kind

3:10Let the flowers in the dark, be the ones we find Flowers in the dark, growing without light Every petal holds a name, lost in endless light Flowers in the dark, soft and full of grace Children of the morning gone without a trace

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