There’s a flower wilting on the vine.., the sun is gone and no water falls upon the ground..,.. cracks are all around..,.. bleak and bare.

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A life once live with beauty strong now falls upon broken dreams that never grew

 beyond the blue..,.. not one clue.

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It’s a heart that can’t see through the crowd..,.. can’t let anyone around..,.. to see the pain, just die in vain..,.. it’s all the same.

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As the world goes round and round again..,.. never missing even one remembrance of the fading colors..,.. none to discover..,.. lies uncovered.

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There’s a flower wilting on the vine..,.. no more singing can be heard..,.. nor bells do ring..,.. it’s gone for good.

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Would there be any kindness in holding dear..,.. this flower in its ending hours..,.. a drenching drink..,.. from the well so deep?

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The scarlet petals begin to bleed their colors on the ground so bleak and fade away..,.. nothing left to say.

Time Has Told Me-Nick Drake