I know what they like to read
Pretty lines with pretty meanings
They put bows on death and ribbons on this life
They rejoice in leaves littering the floor and rosebuds sleeping, but they don't listen to wisdom
And I'd be just the same, if you had not fulfilled me with your spirit
It lives and breathes in my chest and doesn't need red tinted cheeks to make it beautiful
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