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No more expectations
It is a matter of implications
The Roses died from the coldness of his soul
Where the stream run down to a heart which is now cold
Once is bitter, never will there be a twice
What has learned, already paid the price
Knowing what is expected is better than disappointment
No mystery of the pain of misery
Life is a ticking bomb about to explode
No strings attached, better off alone
Wondering in the wilderness until
There is somewhere which can be called home
Free to explore, no time to look back
Free from the past
Nothing to lose, than that of which was already lost
Rose spread your vines
Choose your own path
For the gardener will be there soon
For these vines to bloom
Until then these vines shall roam
While these old leafs fall to make new room
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