Soulful sorrows abound
white tulips fade away
still shadows creep anon
leadeth the naive astray
Whisk the dark thoughts under the carpet
pray the skeletons stay tangled in the closet
slam the door on dusty dreams
hurl the keys into the wilful tide
Catch a glimpse of the dying star
still shining bright as a fiery lantern
deceiving the world of its demise
warming us in its cloaked deception
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