Falling pearls
Make a pretty sound
As the woman who wore them
Falls to the ground
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Restless water
Disturbed by his blood
He’s so confused by his life
Fells lower than mud
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Can I survive?
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The plucked flower always dies
The mourning widow always cries
The second place child always tries
Without you, I’ll always survive
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The man stares
He asked a high
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