Bibio

Jealous of roses

Bibio
You make remarks about the people
Who walk past your window
Arm in arm

You're even jealous of the roses
That grow in the garden of the house
Where nobody lives

You even say there's a time and a place
For feeling happy
You speak of love as a symptom of conformity

You even say there's a time and a place

You speak of love

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