a flower that blossom in winter...
a rose that makes you cry....
a feeling that touch your soul...
the sepration of your soul from you eyes...

to have nothing but a single tear...
to lose everything for your ugly smile..
to lose your friends your love and your empty heart

to leave and never come back
to start a new begging in a life of iternity

is for the angel of death to touch your heart...
 
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