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You think you're a withered rose

Washed away with the rain

But to rid the world of you

Would be my bitter-sweet bane



You think you're a storm cloud

Hiding the sunshine

But when you're not here

The whole world's confined



You think you're a dead leaf

Blown over the land

But you're soft and wont crumble

When held in my hands