Note Four: Cliff

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Standing solely on a rocky stageOpen arms welcoming the thwack of the windGreenish brown wilt grasses are my audienceSwash of the tempo teal waves are their applauses

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Standing solely on a rocky stage
Open arms welcoming the thwack of the wind
Greenish brown wilt grasses are my audience
Swash of the tempo teal waves are their applauses.

They are patiently waiting for my performance
That I never did before but because of you
You push me to my limits
So I step closer reaching the peak of my downfall.

The bright-colored scenery turns into dramatic
As I dive, lost my breath, drowning in the depth of my despair.
Death fear me not because you are a living catastrophe
If I already knew how poisonous you are, I will never let you come into my life.

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