The vase is empty, flowers died, now thrown away. The only thing I can say. Is that all beauty fades. Nothing more can be said. No reason to go on and on.Now that the flowers are dead. And all their beauty gone.
Waste it seem to have been cut from their earthly home. To be placed upon a shelf. From the bunch, now alone. Has me look at myself. And wonder on and on. Surely as my life fades. Soon I will be gone.
Gone, far far away. Gone into the end of the play. No more ovations, No one to stand. Lost relations. All part of the plan.Gone....gone.....gone....
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