Loss
Shades of butterflies
A touch of unsettled lies
Invincible mountains left behind
What else can we do?
How can we resume
Luck in which we almost drowned?
Could we start again?
Really start again?
I would be there, yes I really would
Turn back there for good
Come let us try to find again
What we've lost so far
A dash of jealousy
Too much love for free
Ready was the dish of rage
Truth and honesty
Should be certainty
But we really trampled on
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