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

The End

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