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The blizzard holds a flowerThe petals faded blackI see the truth behind your liesThe mask that often cracksYou've saved me from my thoughtsYou've held..
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Pink toes on mossy groundWithout a soundI walk aroundThe trees are weeping for the death of their kinLike a dreamNature's trying to breathSayingWhy ha..
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