Flower Man, Flower Man With his heart in

Ten feet twenty, the Flower Man Is waiting for the touch of his hand Straightening petals out without a plan Like the ever daily Wish that bothers the Flower Man Could I do something to make him laugh? Inside my little chamber made of glass So he lives the Flower Man, Flower Man With his heart in the sand So he stands To watch the whole wide world From a can Way up high in the sky With the sun in his eyes Ain't it nice? The life forever for Flowers Long as we flowers hold any power We'll use it for our king of flowers Never again! Will we have to watch him sigh Under this running sky Hopes and dreams Are they fantasies? If they're no more than dreams Then let us dream Let me dream! Just a fantasy? Cause they feel real to me If that's all you can dream Then let him dream! Are they hopes or dreams? Are they how we cope? (And nothing more) If they're no more than hopes Don't let us know Let me hope! In this fantasy I can clearly see him happy Though it's make-believe It's what he need

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