No one else can see flashy tragic heart
Write stories of those not yet written up deep inside
The siege of the people
Most relaxed.
Left out hiding behind a gentle, who I still remember hiss
Many sad words look cloudy leaves time talk and an avalanche of dark clouds,
Learn back very quiet, very quiet,
No one else can see flashy tragic heart.
Were young we never expected,
An error in a hurry,
Missed this life.
We rarely seen,
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