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I understand.
A long line of yesterdays
Lead you here.
So you compare,

And call upon
Rainy summers and fierce
Winters to stain
Today with the pain

Of last love lost.
Last fallen friend.
Pulling the fabric of hope apart
To fit your heart.

Place it among the new born
Lights of stars long since
Dead, instead. Learn
To shine, not burn.

The rays of sunrise
Are eight minutes old.
Arise. Be bright.
Give the morning its light.
All that awaits to glitter
Is gold.
I loved you, you made me
Hate me, you gave me
Hate, see, it saved me
And these tears are deadly

You feel that? I rip back
Every time you tried to steal that
You feel bad? You feel sad?
I'm sorry, hell no, **** that

It was my heart, it was my life
It was my start, it was your knife
This strife, it dies
This life and these lies

And these lungs have sung
This song for too long
And it's true, I hurt to
Remember I loved you
All I can hear is the sound of the wind whistling,
At the other side of the road, there you are standing,
The silence outstands my heart beats' calling,
I see your eyes fixed at me, staring

Suddenly, all I knew is we're at a café,
You're talking funny while we're on our lattés
I, meeting you this morning, did my day,
My ears are stuck waiting for every single word you say,

And you took my number when we parted,
Every time I remember your sweet smile, my heart melted.
Today I received a message from you which read:
I think I've fallen for you even though it's like only yesterday we've met.
Not loving yourself
Because they always broke their promises.

You kept yours my darling.
Spring is a pretty time                                                                                             To pick some flowers to those                                                                                  Whom we love and to those whom                                                                         We care about anytime ...                                                                                        Flowers are great and precious to those                                                                 Who understand their real meanings ...                                                                 Picking flowers means caring about                                                                       Our loved ones anytime ...                                                                                      A bunch of flowers sent to our loved ones,then                                                     Their Hearts will be cheered up ...                                                                              ___________________­_
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