Play dead
Moth
into a Butterfly
And a lie
A little sweetest truth I'm
So afraid of life
I try
To call your name but I'm
Silenced by the fear of dying in your heart once again
I've seen the seasons changing
And in the heart of this autumn I fall
With the leaves from the trees ...
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