A smile can still be fake.
A laugh can still have hurt.
A sun can still have rain.
A tile can still hold dirt.
A tear can still be good.
A scent can last for years.
A smile can see me through the day.
And wipe out all my fears.
A flower still will wither.
When winter comes around.
But spring will triumph once again.
Then blossom can be found.
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