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Metallic Sonatas
Love is to open sky as loathing to an open grave
Talk all you want if you wish the sky to listen
I'll have to wait until I hear the words come alive
And you'll call a thousand times for what you cannot have
The bees love each other buzzing in their happy hive
As all your words sit in the air, softly glisten
Love is to the forest what the trees are to the land
Take a firm young sapling and uproot it with your hate
It'll wither soon and leave you with your derision
And you'll count the faded leaves held firmly in your hand
You cannot have this anger with this cold decision
You'll find that having nothing is a solitary fate
