I heard that this world has a story
A beautiful story; sad and serene
That's all that remains at the end
Violence never survives, if any.
In this quiet afternoon I wonder
How the writers never mattered!
Each story with the same destiny
The remnant, a torn piece of paper,
Burnt at the edges, defiance within.
One thin thread, countless needles.
A beautiful story; sad and serene
That's all that remains at the end
Violence never survives, if any.
In this quiet afternoon I wonder
How the writers never mattered!
Each story with the same destiny
The remnant, a torn piece of paper,
Burnt at the edges, defiance within.
One thin thread, countless needles.
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