She wrote her stories She sang her songs She shredded every inch of the story And kept her soul of the roses underneath the moon that scarred her like thorns of roses petals on the piano She loved him enough to love him She called a truce and made a friend And now her dream is her destiny And she is about to let go of every tear And cry until her tears become the rain And every story becomes The last shred of the song on the piano.
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