You broke her spirit
You broke her soul
With those little words
You killed her love.
She is precious,
She is sweet
She loved you more
Than anyone before.
Like a flower,
She drifted through life
Flowing with the current
Flying with the wind
She moved mountains,
She stole your heart.
You tore her down,
Pulled her apart
She was a flower,
Your flower,
And you killed her love.
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