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The scent of sweet purple
The sound of her laughter
Feeling all crumpled
what's always coming after
Just talking for hours
Swimming in our words
Gardens with withered flowers
and dead birds
The sense of these hollow walls
returning to their prey
Again he does fall
Again he was led astray
Poor boy...
The presence of innocence
slowly fades away
Gone is her presence
The end of these days
Little more is left
and what's left is no more
Drowning in bereft
Pictures of her bag lying on the floor
It's too late...
The sound of her laughter
Feeling all crumpled
what's always coming after
Just talking for hours
Swimming in our words
Gardens with withered flowers
and dead birds
The sense of these hollow walls
returning to their prey
Again he does fall
Again he was led astray
Poor boy...
The presence of innocence
slowly fades away
Gone is her presence
The end of these days
Little more is left
and what's left is no more
Drowning in bereft
Pictures of her bag lying on the floor
It's too late...
