Paperwings,oh,how easily i'll burn as we all fall.
As our lilies shinning in light turn black.
An innocence is defiled.An innocence is lost.
Was it what you saw?It's no longer what it was before.
The weaves of our own self portrits are often better than acutal are.
Some can't see it with darkness in their way.
My brightess star is faded.My brightess star is now gone.
It's all gone away,it has lost it's way.
I'm all gone away,i have lost my way.
So long and goodbye.As the waves wash us away.
Our time is used up.As we are buried in time.
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