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No song
Wine and old boots
All clarity gone
Old cloudy diamonds
He left me with no song.
Dandelion wine pulled from the
root
Nighttime coming on
Shattered vases on the floor
He left me with no song.
Red, white, and pink those
fruits
Passing through till dawn
Dusty, dirty windowpanes
He left me with no song.
Flowering on the vine thy
shoots
The victim of a con
Cracks in my glasses
He left me with no song.
Sweet nectar and playing flutes
Broken dreams from yon
Leaving only a gaping heart
He left me with no song.
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