But you say to yourself
What is this place?
As you turn your head and look
Around. You are lost in this space.
You lost in this world where
The roses wither away
And leaves drop by the dozen.
Time captures all, you say.
You say it's overwhelming
And you can't handle it all.
But I'll tell you a secret my dear:
There's someone there when you fall.
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