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They tell no lies, merely the stories they were meant to murmur.

I sing a song of farewell that is everything I feel.

It grew. Past death. Past darkness. Past concrete.

One tear can hold millions of emotions.

In the orbits of planets, stars whisper little lies that go unheard.

My questions always go unanswered.

Come into the garden with me.

My soul rests in a nest of sweet twilight.

I will remember you, but I will forget you.

Once upon a time, the flames of passion burned behind your dark eyes.