My head is hung like Hyacinthoides non-scripta in morning and I am not ashamed. I am afraid of the world around me and I am withered from the pain. 

The thought of you feels like a rebirth and photosynthesis. 

Thank you for giving me the feeling of hope and happiness for the first time in a long time. 

You are paradise. 

And your sound is a beautiful fantasy. 

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