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I would never admit it but
I must have been looking for something
when I stumbled and
saw you
Because though I never told anyone
the world became suddenly
Colorful
And it was a beautiful secret
That became a beautiful dream
But secrets are kept for a reason
Because when the apples and the plums
have faded to the hue of old paper
and the dream has
died
I can smile at you as I always have
and weep into the ash
alone.
I must have been looking for something
when I stumbled and
saw you
Because though I never told anyone
the world became suddenly
Colorful
And it was a beautiful secret
That became a beautiful dream
But secrets are kept for a reason
Because when the apples and the plums
have faded to the hue of old paper
and the dream has
died
I can smile at you as I always have
and weep into the ash
alone.
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