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Death.
A breathe of fresh crisp air; it's snow.
Here you are laying in a row.
Where my flowers always seem to die,
I thought I didn't come here to cry.
Those words we said came at a cost.
Time passes by; wandering and lost.
These feelings are like...
Here you are laying in a row.
Where my flowers always seem to die,
I thought I didn't come here to cry.
Those words we said came at a cost.
Time passes by; wandering and lost.
These feelings are like...
