Now you're broken-hearted
trying to hide your sadness
in a house all made of glass
Once this place was green and blue
and all covered with a carpet of flowers
Once you dreamed and when night fell down
you still looked at the colours of a rainbow
Once this place was safe and pleasant
the muse would wisper to your ear
and when the clouds sprinkled the garden
you smiled and the birds sang 'hello'...
And now then the muse is gone
let your heart stay strong
and write a poem
save your world...

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