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glass figurine, how you move about the scene
how you twist, how you bend, to a song with no beginning or end.
pulled by the strings, color absent from the scene
but i hear a small cry
"just let me die".

in a dream state, they're rearranging your face
lingering, warm and sweet, fingers feeling where your eyes used to be
once, we were friends, now we'll never meet again
so adieu, so adieu, i still love you.