I ran away with all the rain still dripping from my face
I kept awake just like a moonchild, silent september songs
Just keep awake, here lives the nightwild, and I will run away again
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* the language of flowers, a Victorian-era means of communication in which various flowers and floral arrangements were used to send coded messages, allowing individuals to express feelings which otherwise could not be spoken (wikipedia)
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