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Snowing with shattered fluffs of corn.
I sit here thinking at those lips Reminiscence of shadows blowing smoke You scatter deathly trough my veins. And yes, the memories persist It's running faster and faster within me I can't be strong, i'm lost in mist And all I can distinguish is an empty tree Trees don't need love and they don't mind If their leaves die or fly away They can't be mild, They can't be kind Knowing it's useless anyway. I'm nothing but a simple tree Without another one beside me And cause it's winter, now I see Myself is colder than it used to be. But still it wounds to know how feels Reminding me your eyes were real Your skin was real, it's hurting now Cause finally I know and I can see That the unreal one is me.
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