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You came to drink from your spirit’s well To fill yourself with the love you deserved, To will life to flow through your veins, To revive your garden within.

And when the well runs dry And your garden still lays barren You fold your own flowers instead: A sea of colours, Of shapes, Of neat, clean, lines; And soon you learn my mistake — Paper flowers burn the brightest.

And as a new day dawns in paradise, You gaze upon your folded kingdom, You pull the drip of life out of your veins — It's time to see if you sink or swim, If you can survive without leaching blood from others, If you can breathe on your own.

And you behold true beauty, The sun lighting up all you’ve created. And you build a high glass wall, Around the garden that you’ve grown; Your guard is up, But you want the world to see you.

And for a time, All is well, And you tend to your garden: Folding tulips, Fixing creases, Painting the roses red.

The sun sets, The sun rises, A new day dawns in paradise, And the walls of glass gather the sun, And the sun lays waste to your garden—
An inferno tearing through your soul. So you turn back to your spirit’s well To fill yourself with the love you deserved, To will life to flow through your veins.