No tears, no sadness the kill was so gentle
He took the precious trophy and won golden medal
Left heart full of scars, words spike like sharp nettles
She buried her soul under yellow petals
But time always heals, sun rises in meadows
You’ve fallen so low you’ve seen lower levels
His reckless storm passes ,your tortured mind settles
Fresh wind of new spring blows those yellow petals

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