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The dream of someone else…

I wasn’t made for you.

I long for April bells,

You live through autumn hue.



I am caressing light;

But you’re the killing blaze.

I’m going on the right,

While you are to amaze.



I save the velvet grass,

You burn the iron tree…

This world is not for us

And you are not for me.