All of our banished thoughts are in no need to be neglected
The flowers are born yet again
Except now they are forever
To make the dirt interesting
Such beautiful things they are
What good is a word scratched in your heart
Just waiting to bleed
Waiting to betray you
Back to the paradise
In which was always dreamed
Have you taken advantage yet?
Rip out the spine of the sky
And let the stars fall on you
For your tainted wishes could not be carried
That boy is a man
And he will do what he can
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