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Take me ...

Take me to the flowers,

to the place where petals rest,

when the nights are dark

and air are cold

and there's nothing gentle left.

I want to wake up

in a meadow warmed

by golden lights,

and see butterflies again,

and know I'll be alright.

But if I wake up

In a dark room with blood

Scent in the air.

Please take me away

from this life

full of despair. 

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