Tears falling from a fair face
On the flowers below
Delicate things that shattered with every blow
Petals as soft as the finest lace
Flowers made of the thinnest glass
Flowers that glowed with the slightest blue tint
Through this valley of sorrow
Before many walked through here
Now only one sat upon the shattered flowers
Now few can pass
Through this valley of sorrow
Crimson spread throughout the grass
Soft sobs echoed
As the crimson spread
Through this valley of sorrow
Even while gentle
Glass flowers still cut deep
Into soft skin
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