The spring as come as the flowers bloom
Glistening in the moon light..
What kind of flower can you be?
Nothing but a death light..
Today the flowers will bloom
Shining just like the bright stars
Bright in the land
Soon they will die and wither..
Tomorrow the flowers will bloom again
But they will not be as bright
They will be brighter..
Like the faces of the past
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Circa Monstrua
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