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All the subtle flavors of my life are become bitter seeds,
Poison leaves, without you.
You represent what's true.
I turn the color from the sky and turn green without you.
These arms lack a purpose,
All the subtle flavors of my life are become bitter seeds,
Poison leaves, without you.
You represent what's true.
I turn the color from the sky and turn green without you.
These arms lack a purpose,