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She rose to me from a cloud

I was young, she was full of life

I smiled at her and for the first time

She cried.

Time took my naivety

I cheated once or twice

But to her tears my heart came back

And she struck me so hard and nice.

She is wet, I slip in and slide

She pours tears on mine eyes

I'm warmed and cooled by her

Her merciless touch, it burns.

Age turns her lush heart to gray

She beats me and yet I stay

I love her tears drowning mine

I wait patiently for my time.

She is wet, I slip and die

She has drained me of my pride

In her forests I reside,

In her forests with a knife.

In her forests with a knife

In her forests stumble I

Clutching in my hands my life

I sleep as she begins to cry.

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