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We fly in fields close to home

Overlooked by lofty mountains of fate

Floating in a myriad of Cherry Blossoms

Their petals dying in the winter wind



My loneliness and me holding hands

Swaying in the wind and sands

Of some distant star twinkling

One last time before dying



Life and love come and go

Leaving, teasing my heart

I will not leave you echoed my loneliness

Embrace till death I shall and cry you will



We sit down for the last time

Looking at each other before fading

Into darkness where no lights dance

To the tunes of my tears