Flowers' beauty reaches the depths
of our independent lives.
We have something to explore
between the lights.
Time will never tell us the truth
'bout this unexpected lies.
We will never be the same
'cause were conquered by the might.
The might was given by the storms
which came from the golden east.
Far away we found our home
to get old and die in peace.
Every breath becomes a bird,
every sight - a butterfly
reaching flowers of the soul
living in a mile.
A song
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