Our hearts are a phoenix.
When they burn, they will return from the coals.
So when you're flaming, remember your hope
And when you're ashes, remember your wings.
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Our landmine.
Our landmine.
Love is like a landmine,
A moment of retreat,
And it causes you to meet
A shattering end.
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The Dream
"Like a diamond in the sk-"
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Love
Fall.
Music for the eyes
A silent symphony
Of orange and red
Of yellow and brown
Releasing the land of its color in a million different ways
The tune is mesmerizing.
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