Symptoms pass through bluest eyes
A valley full of tears
Gazing through the looking glass
Reclaiming all her fears

Then it came, breaking in
No one knows how long it last
Spilling over, knocking down
Sorrows of a haunted past

Tears go free in purest vain
To sweet sounds of lullabies
Trembling, whispering
A beautiful verse of goodbyes

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