Bound,
I Can’t
Complain,
A
Bed
Of
Blossoms
In
My
View,
Caressed
By
Morning
Dew.
Clouds
Form,
But
Chaos
In
The
World
Has
No
Effect
As
Fragile
Petals
Unfurl
To
Resurrect
Hope
From
Pain,
In
A
Cleansing
Rain.
House
Bound, I Can’t Complain, A Bed Of Blossoms In My View, Caressed By Morning Dew. Clouds Form, But Chaos In The World Has No Effect As Fragile Petals Unfurl To Resurrect Hope From Pain, In A Cleansing Rain.
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