The dawning of the hour,
bringing the booming of the nidnight flower.
Every day a new petal,
all the throns a pain enduring metal.
Every leaf a new hurtle to overtake,
every root an andentyre wating to be baked.
Each bud a new love,
all wits once once contained a friendly dove.
All this makes you and me,
but each makes me be undoubtfully me.
bringing the booming of the nidnight flower.
Every day a new petal,
all the throns a pain enduring metal.
Every leaf a new hurtle to overtake,
every root an andentyre wating to be baked.
Each bud a new love,
all wits once once contained a friendly dove.
All this makes you and me,
but each makes me be undoubtfully me.
