Those cherry blossoms do sound sweet,
Sweet songs like syrup against thy lips,
Red lips deep as blood,
As bright as rose,
Those cherry blossoms do sing.
Springtime in the air,
Sweet cherry blossoms no longer,
Petals fall creating fear.
Lips red,
Eyes piercing blue,
Electrocute thy heart,
That sweet syrupy voice,
As blossoms fall,
Turning the year.
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