Hillside covered with
Swaying grasses in the wind
Looks like a ballad
Ever my only
Sweetest and bitterest dream
How should I follow?
When truth only hurts
And there is no right answer
Don't ask the question
What is gone is gone
Fading in the distance like
Sirens in the night
Crisp and shiny fruit
Tart-sweet juciness tempting
Downfall of mankind
Comfort when I cry
Do you want to understand
Or just hurry by?
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