No reasons for clovers,
On this concrete hill.
No reasons for grieving,
The ones they all killed.
This feeling for mourning,
False feelings inside.
No need for fighting,
These people have died.
The flowers grow over,
The cracks they have filled.
The emotions of lovers,
And the love that was killed.
This cycle goes on,
It will never fade.
Emotions and flowers,
These factors never will change.
These things stay the same,
Never will leave and never go away.
The people will live,
Just to die another day.

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