I remember the day
I’m like a careless bird
Like a light flying spirit
That the wind's whispers gird
It is urging me running
Feels my laughter and tears
Plays with blades of grass
Trades me flowers for fears
Sparks are jumping below
In the river I see
Never lighter or brighter
Gentle flashes then flee
Dawning scents in the air
Thrill my senses again
Evanescence's petals
Were surrounding me... then
Then
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