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Comments about Chandel Alexander
A wondering willow I am nothing more
Wondering what my life has in store
For me, for me, for me I say.
The flowers have died and withered away
into nothingness, they crumble like clay.
And when they do, they stay away
from all, from all, from all, I say
will you be my flower today?
The sun is setting its getting near
Give me an answer for I fear
I'll have to take you against your will.
I need a flower, please keep still.
Dont leave me like the others
They all mutter and whisper amongst themselves.
Sorry, but i've told you all.