I once told you, the world is devoid of colors
It's because of you, i saw beauty through rose-colored lenses
Through a world that runs by an unjust order,
It was because of you, my torn heart was mended
As I lay on our field that withered too soon,
The rolling seasons only add salt to wound
A single nameless rose remains
I plucked it, then it withered. Then down pours the rain
Everything dies with the touch of these fingertips
Our Garden of Eden plagued by life's apocalypse
Like life, every end is a beginning
I'm not one to believe in silver linings
Just as the wind blows,
Far away, are your dandelions flown
Just like the wind, bittersweetly, i must move on
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The Gift of Everything
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