Children lieing in there beds. Just remember what your mother said. Don't you worry, don't you cry. Little black flowers grow, in the sky. In the sky. Make a promise, cross your heart. Kings vow that we'll never part. Sign in blood and hope to die. Little black flowers grow, in the sky. In the sky. And I believed you. I believed you when you said you would be mine. Tell me mother, will I die. Yes my child and so shall I. And never know the reason why, little black flowers grow, in the sky. In the sky. And I believed you. I believed you when you said you'd cried, believed you when you said you'd try, believed you when you said you loved me too. I believed you.
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