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The sounds of childrenthe prettiest of girlsthe innocent of boyswith hopes so bright The language of kidsso original and nicegives away the secretthat we’re all nice inside Our hearts, so transparentand only full of lovelike it’s been and supposed to benever mind the dust outside No matter what you doI’ll love you anywayI’ll look beyond

Graveyard of ex lovers

Their magic, dissipated all’s left are bones the earth holds their long gone echos their names, a mere faint memory history, forgotten curiosity, dead heaviness, empty their remaining existence a clutter