Flowers that are already dead
They don't ever bloom
Heavy clouds
From the darkness
Of the morbid skies
They loom
Grass refuse to ever grow
Upon the frozen ground
Your belly is full and fat
But your mind
Is still very hungry
Waiting to be fully fed
The wind is now
Blowing very hard
But things don't change!
It ain't coming your way
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