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One, two, three, four Five, six, seven I picked a flower Because it was beautiful And because I wanted to watch it wilt At my incessant touching I built a tower with a view Of all the people left to disappoint And it was the tallest structure in the Whole wide world I dug a hole, warm and empty Much like the reflection of myself In your eyes when you say You had really tried I make, I steal I break, I feel I might, I yield I bite at heels I make, I steal I break, I feel I might, I yield I bite at your heels I picked a flower Because it was beautiful And because I wanted to watch it wilt From Letras Mania