Leonora Bus

I stare into the eyes that remind me of the forgotten
The forgotten memories, the forgotten feelings
Wishing to freeze time at this very moment
No lost memories, no lost feelings
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Upon the cream of blue which surrounds all life
A beauty burns through and creates an internal strife
For no longer is she proud of the treasure she possesses
No longer is she valued for her gift, consisting of all life's blessings
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There was a rose
She could not bloom
For the fear of exposing her beauty to the world
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I’m the broken music box, never will I open
The soul that sits within me will never be released
Within my fractured casket, she hums her melody
One you will never hear of, she will never be released
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