Dying against a summer tree,
the sun is a red ending
to my dreams
up I fly, I'm free to leave,
and sit in a tree in the view of your window
where I can watch you

I sulk and sit and sorrow for you
my feelings twist along your lips
and sadly, memories catch up with my mind
and make me think insanely for your love
I'm outside hanging from the branches of reality
wishing you could see me
 
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