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Pathetic Waiting for the wildflowers to bloom by the highway In early spring and fall I almost wonder what it’d be like If they never bloomed at all Advertisements
Someone you used to want to notice you as more than a friend Finally falls for you And then You don’t see this person the way You thought you would You see someone else’s colors Much brighter And want the colors To be yours Forever As a meadow full of bright wildflowers That never wither
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