Withered petals on a pool of tears.
Once were beautiful, now are brown.
A cruel remembrance of all the years.
Withered petals on a pool of tears.
Plucked one, by one, by irrational fears.
Leaving us empty, with just a frown.
Withered petals on a pool of tears.
Once were beautiful, now are brown.
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