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I hold the flower there
Doesn't know she's beautiful
She wakes every morning seeing
All the other things are beautiful
Well she's free
Companion to the wind
Time plays a roller coaster
Not afraid to ride itself
Never takes adventure lightly
Always stops enough to let us on for a ride
A blind New Orleans painter man
Doesn't get many straight lines
Hurricane tourists poke some fun
The angels whisper,
