Ribbons in dreams Turn into flags Maybe it means Goals they lack Windows been made To clear the walls Sometimes are named A building with holes Happens, we think Of life in these paints Affected by links To demons and saints Spelling our souls Eating inside Revealing the hopes Considered off side We lose everything Then strive to possess Attach no strings But are such a mess In love and in hate So pretty we are Haunting our fate Guided by Star
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