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Dirty liquid runs down the walls |
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Sliding through forgotten pipes. |
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Once I had beautiful flowers. |
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A beautiful child brought them to me every morning. |
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She'd explain how to keep them |
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Till next day |
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Fresh and shiny. |
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Then she disappeared, smiling, |
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Hoping I'd have carried on |
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With those scents just for myself. |
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I wanted to forget... and still, today |
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I'm trying not to remember |
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But my own sky |
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Overturns itself into a never-ending sun |
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Seemingly impressed on the ground. |
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I had every nature of a real garden |
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And its most beautiful colours |
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Spreading all around me. |
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There were enchanted animals and gems |
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Consecrated to truth |
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Strong winter days and blue rain bursting |
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In May |
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Music of the Gods and flashes of Credo... |
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Athens turned to Heavens. |
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Everything was unspoken |
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Holding up Paradise invisible tones. |
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Everything I described |
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Was actually alive |
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Incredibly shiny |
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Preserved within the sky dead zone. |
