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Yesterday |
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I saw the flowers crying |
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Mourning for what used to be |
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And then I touched them with my mind |
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And saw they also cried for me |
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Today I saw the high sun frowning |
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Saddened by what |
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I have become |
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No longer able to unfreeze my heart |
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Forever frozen until numb |
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Outside I found the air was dying |
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Stale and lifeless, short of breath |
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Poisoned by my thoughtless needs |
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To slowly lead us both to death |
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And all that is green has now been paled |
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The colors have faded, their brightness assailed |
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And, though |
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I wish to make amends |
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The path of nature now only descends |
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The lonely creature of the woods are going |
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The way of the hopelessly forlorn |
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Until all that remains is myself, wretched man |
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Condemned to die before the morn |