Lacrimae Rerum
A matchstick made out of a bark
To catch a flame and burn
Creating fire caused by sparks
And burn all things with no return.
A water that washes away stain
But is left rather impure
Water that comes from rain
Makes things obscure
A vulnerably fragile heart
Played with scissors and sticks
Broken into several parts
Wound in every piece you pick
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