Gazing out through the window
He felt her presence in every shadow
Sitting in a dark room
Waiting for the flower to bloom
Tears filled his eyes
Remembering her demise
She was a beauty, she was a gift
But the cruel world didn’t let her fit.

Gazing out through the window
He felt her presence in every shadow
Sitting in a dark room
Waiting for the flower to bloom
Tears filled his eyes
Remembering her demise
She was a beauty, she was a gift
But the cruel world didn’t let her fit.
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