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| By Blackbird '13 |
Well it's morning. I can't see
Well it's Monday, I should bleed.
Summer it's burning it all
while we dance around it's fire.
Leafs are glowing
blue shiny flames
as the tree of our lives burns faster than a...
But then, Autumn comes and it's winds blows the fire away
blows the leafs away, every ash, every dust and spark
It's all dead, all extinct
We receive the Winter exhausted
We had given up
So we let the snow cover us
we let the cold ice our bodies
our souls
We let the pouring winter rain strain through our
pores
and so it is freeze us
And so we die.
We die.
