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flos appears on CANDY LIVE or a related official release. Entries are version-specific, keeping live, remix, and rearranged recordings separate from the original.

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Winter daphne
Fig
Iris
False acacia
Bush clover
Wild peach
Green vine

Flos

To whom it may concern —
My wishes, my future —
my ceaseless regrets —
What I felt —
a dream of eight degrees five
has in the end scattered

Thyme
Red currant
Deutzia
Goldenrod
Blue fleabane
Dream-mouse tree
Rose campion

Thyme
Red currant
Deutzia
Goldenrod
Blue fleabane
Dream-mouse tree
Rose campion

Once more, I write —
Your feelings, your sorrows —
the spinning theories of emotion —
still trapped within
a world eighty-five minutes in radius
still trapped there

Planting true feelings into the cracked-open today
into all that overflowed
Burning kindling, sending it on the wind
to paint the rusted sky

The smoldering days, carefully adorned —
the flowers soon wither
Dull-witted, I wake from the dream
No meaning in clinging — none, none at all

The voice and colors you gave me
your unwavering love
the star that shone in our sky for two
have long since scattered

In the monochrome exhaustion after the struggle
the seasons fade
Heating up, dully festering
spilling onto the worn-out streets

The desolate days, carefully traced —
flowers should bloom at their end
Clever you, still inside the dream
Pretending enlightenment, you poured the water

In the light filtering through the leaves
the flower that bloomed softly
above the clouds, on another star
sways beyond the dream

The smoldering days, carefully adorned —
the flowers soon wither
Dull-witted, I wake from the dream
No meaning in clinging — none, none at all

The barren days, carefully
on the paper I filled, I drew a flower
We the unfortunate, defeated by our dreams
vows we never made, erased as if never spoken

Winter daphne
Fig
Iris
False acacia
Bush clover
Wild peach
Green vine

Thyme
Red currant
Deutzia
Goldenrod
Blue fleabane
Dream-mouse tree
Rose campion

Winter daphne
Fig
Iris
False acacia
Bush clover
Wild peach
Green vine

Thyme
Red currant
Deutzia
Goldenrod
Blue fleabane
Dream-mouse tree
Rose campion

Flos

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