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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.


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