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when cherry blossoms scraped against the grass so heavy was the burden that I stepped around walking as I would (without the benefit of rain) and miles from where the story started something caught between I stumped my toe on circumstance never saw it coming til was gone waiting (watching) holding high the lantern would spill as candle to the flame fill the dark with light of somewhere else (pull the curtain back) let the blossoms scream a garden not for me the going went or where was I before (you never saw) the path I took and led you long into the world was us (I miss it so) how to find my way back there to this crawled into the drink was cherry blossoms reaching for the light that was my love
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