Without hope
Without love
She sees herself
From below and above
Her untied hand
She smears the spit
Pleasure and suffering
Her beliefs conflict
It brings a smile
She cannot pretend
To believe that life
Really has no end
See the leaves
They're dying again
See the moth
It's flying again
See the leaves
They're dying again
See the moth
It's flying again
See the grass
It's dying again
See the sun
It's trying again
It's trying again
It's trying again
It's trying again
It's trying again...
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