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When forests cling the atmosphere
and sorrow hits the beach
The moon will bleed a thousand tears
so far beyond our reach

As butterflies remove their wings
to show their heart is true
I know the pain of hurtful words
now cast upon the dew

These whispered foolish sentences
once spoken out of turn
Are thorny vines now clinging tight
this tattered skin to learn

When now I fall like pouring rain
to drown upon my knees
I beg for some forgiveness of
this self induced disease

So when you find the brittle earth,
another comes as brave
It matters not the steps you use
to dance upon my grave

teach me the art of listening
and i will paint your silence
on my heart