My last attempt I'll purify
You caught my bluff - this game's a tie
For a while I'd project for free
All you might be willing to see
Guess I made A Wrong Decision
The bottled hope was drawing flies
Around this heavenly disguise
Every day is a good day
You'd always sing
Then the note crashes the paper
And changes everything…
The falling skies endorse the breeze
It found me living on your knees
But still I'd wear a change of heart
That way redeeming what's not art

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