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The roots of this garden have been all torn up

And cast aside naked in the sun.

What once was such a nurtured heart

Is now forever on the run.

Those outstretched hands are missed here,

Yet they are never to return.

In these dark days it's become quite clear

The sun's unyielding burn.

When it drops from the sky there's no reason why

This torment should subside.

Why make amends? Why even try?

The moon itself can't stem this tide.

It's painfully clear we bloomed for your sake.

All this time passed and still it's hell in your wake.