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Sweet things blossom upon the stars
but when the darkness hits they die by far.
The sounds of little kids at play will show the
person that they make your day.
Your face sits upon the glass dont despair
me bare me on wigns of rock leather to join
the sorrow and blood of another.
When a flower is the sun of the day to
dare back the dark away you stare with
the beauty of 5 sunsets and when your tears
trinkle there is not one but 2 to live life.