The land of goodbye
Flowers wither and die
Its wind is so cold
No stories are told
Ground is so hard
No grass in the yard
The air is so dense
Im feeling so tense
No color to the sky
No words to ask why
A void painted black
My love hurry back
Goodbyes
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Emmyy
Kadupul flower* blooms at midnight*dies at dawn, Female
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