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I decided to come out
Of the dark shell you left me in,
And I saw everywhere
Flowers blooming, in every hue;
It made me smile, it made me cry,
For when I looked back—
My garden was on fire,
So was my house;
I burned my hands trying to save
The lilies and the daffodils,
But they probably wanted to die.
The world kept asking me—
How, when and why?
As if I had the answers,
So I hope you don't mind when I lie.