It's beautiful, the scenery of dead flowers,
He left it in the copper vase to wither
And took a picture of it.
When the sky mixed itself with colours,
He looked out for the passing man,
Asked him: can I have some candy?
Answered: you have had enough already.
What disturbs you in bed,
Are the late night talks.
Words are long gone,
But the echo still remains
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