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What is shown on the stage,
For the whole world to behold,
Is a forever advancing phenomenon,
And what a tragic story it holds.
The horror of your war and your hate and your grief
Is being taken out on me,
Darkness falls quickly now,
the feeble sky overpowered by the black pull of eternity.
Snow turns to rain, rain turns to mud,
and every month, I bleed and I cry.
It's almost Christmas, but
Somewhere between a flower and a coffin
lies the colorless sunrise outside your windows.
I am devoted and still breathing like the Elin.
You are innocent and still sleeping like the Pothos.
I hardly knew her at all, wasn’t expected to. She was just a kid at the High like anyone else, who had no car. She was sitting stubbornly on a bench, determined to get a ride.
The world is full of problems. It made the man wonder why he bothered to get up in the morning. The sun was shining- but it was too bright. And was it possible for that baby across the street to wail any louder?
The lovely Lady of Summer is carefree and beautiful, she swims in lakes and dances with flowers as her long hair floats in the warm breeze