If Lucy falls back down from the sky tonight
Who is going to tell her that she is wrong to live on earth
And that she has go back home
To that sky she feel from
A delicate flower can never
Be ripped apart into two
Be crushed by another one
Who has a lost soul
But no remorse for even bothers
As Lucy falls down so does the rose
That no once can poetically understand
If the interring of our love
Is going to happen tonight
Than I hope that it hurries up
from the misdirection that we once had |
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