Floating away like clouds and rain,
Seen a hundred misses.
A hundred or more
Lemon drops,
A hundred or more
Kisses.
Cries it own... the pain.
Enlisted in this orb...
Only for a limited time,
Who can you blame.
Feels fair.
Why not forever?
A crime.
But not the same,
Seen broken to pieces
With talent in the creases.
It's getting late...
I'm fine.
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