beautiful Spring daze presides

The beautiful Spring day held only sorrow...
She didn't get it, she'd asked for a better tomorrow?
She was tired of getting her life back by taking it slow
She was sick of the past burying her like snow
She was frustrated with the seams breaking when she was still learning how to sow
And she was devastated of being stuck up shit creek without being able to row

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