Fallen
Slowly drains the color
From every single one
Drying up the lifeline
That keeps them hanging on
One by one they gently fall
Slowly drifting to the floor
Lovingly they lay the bed
To pathe the way for more
It's a nessarsary cycle
Life's lesson we must learn
Yet every time it comes around
I wish they wouldn't turn

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