.On beds of roses lies the scent of oblivion
Yet its thorns prick everyone
Oh little seed, what soil do you plant yourself in?
As the rain pitter-patters it pools and gathers
To your roots and to your limbs
We wanted to thrive but now we're overgrown
Swallowing all our old hopes
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