My Lily's Petals
He loves me, he loves me not. Now I must fly with the breeze.

Nor am I a flower of a desert.
I am the punches between the fight
My words are frozen on my lips.
They hang there at a cost
You can never truly have me.
Till you have found what you have lost
I can't do anything now.
So, I guess
This is goodbye
My dreams can fly.
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