One of those days where you realize what you know best, is all a lie.
Where is the dove,
I once saw,
where is the black rose,
that’s pedals are gone,
where’s the carnation,
that once was beautiful,
what has happened,
all this time,
that was veiled,
here I ask,
whats true,
whats a lie?
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