It's Oh So Quiet

Smiling flowers lying on may bed

Next to some abandoned hairs I left.

I wonder how to water them,

Perhaps with tears of freedom, or bliss

Or either sadness or boredom.

Carved in the pillows

I can see the fall coming again…

Violet turns to yellow breeze

Under naked woods of wealth.

And I wonder how to water them,

Carved in the pillows

I can see the fall coming again…

Perhaps with tears of freedom, from the hills

But neither sadness nor boredom.

When I'll carve them in the meadows

I will see the fall coming again…

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