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For the Love of Things Little bee on the rosebush May you smell the sweet scent of the flower. Never forget this flower in which it will come back When you leave the field in which you fly around You go around trying to find that one you found that day But all you see is gray It's never coming back to you It lost its scent at summer's end Now its winter and you try to stay alive That rosebud is all you think about Just hope for the sun And maybe you will smell that scent once again Not in a dream or a fairy tale Just for the scent you would die a thousand times over You wait in the cold where…mehr

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For the Love of Things Little bee on the rosebush May you smell the sweet scent of the flower. Never forget this flower in which it will come back When you leave the field in which you fly around You go around trying to find that one you found that day But all you see is gray It's never coming back to you It lost its scent at summer's end Now its winter and you try to stay alive That rosebud is all you think about Just hope for the sun And maybe you will smell that scent once again Not in a dream or a fairy tale Just for the scent you would die a thousand times over You wait in the cold where you found it But the sun never comes Summer's dew runs through the field of dreams The winter's cold is gone Flowers bloom And those roses come back to life But the bee has died waiting for the flower The poor being lies beside the rosebush, its dying wish For that sweet scent Now rose-red buds lie on its grave That is love for beauty And not for entertainment of others