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How beautiful you¡¯ve made yourself
How cruel you¡¯ve become,
How so much like another
That it¡¯s no surprise
That I don¡¯t recognize you now so
Beautiful and cruel
You¡¯re the meanest flower¡
You raise me off the ground
To see how far there is to fall,
As if I don¡¯t remember
How we passed the time,
As if I don¡¯t remember how
Your face fell into mine
Oh, you¡¯re the meanest flower¡
Notice how I vanish
And your world remains,
You show your head above it
For spite, nothing more,
Like you thought just living
Was somehow its own reward
You¡¯re the meanest flower¡
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