Broken world
And I was there, but they were not
they had their own sadness to take care of
flower without seeds, garden of mold
last one in the line of a broken world...
And I was there, but they were not
were do I go, where I come from?
the forest is big the path is long
tons of dead trees are saying hello...
And I was there, but they were not
it sounds crazy, it sounds like a plot
where is the yellow bird which was here before?
I'm going to bed before the dawn comes.
Jessica
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