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cry me a river
so i know what its like to drown in fears

i smell he sweet dandelions and buttercups in the air this sunset
and, for what, is it worth?

these weeds, such memorable sensations
but its you,'re my cries that could wash away this sand
and you've built a land of drought to surround you

i know you need a garden to grow
from my leaky faucets

what will happen when
i decide these weeds
will always grow more good than you?
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