She's going to run away
With flowers in her hands
A smile on her face
Tangles in her hair
Far away to a better place
She's leaving back her memories
Just running
With flowers in her hands
And her silver beads around her neck
They put a smile on her face
That hasn't been there for such a long time
She's running with all things left behind
But the flowers in her hands.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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