Flower Powerlessness
I
Flowers the lovers
They talk about, with great love;
The guns replace them.
II
And flowers they care
But now we got opium,
Withered all the hopes.
III
In the land of gold
Guns and opium prevail;
— The faded flowers.
Flowers the lovers
They talk about, with great love;
The guns replace them.
II
And flowers they care
But now we got opium,
Withered all the hopes.
III
In the land of gold
Guns and opium prevail;
— The faded flowers.
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