I'll see you on the other side,
Where the grass is greener,
And the air is cooler,
That place where the waters are blue.
When you wake up,
There will be no one else.
Sit and stare at the walls,
For you will be alone.
It's that time of the year,
Your time of the month.
The breeze gently blows,
All the paper flowers fall.
Erratic Behaviour
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