The trees are dripping rain drops,
and so are our cheeks.
As the tears roll down,
the tulips droop,
the roses are sad,
the sky feels all our pain too.
After all of that, are we happy?
Thats the question,
thats different for everyone.
We see what we want,
and ask for what we need.
But now we work for what we need,
and leave what we want.

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