in a wide flower filled plain
purple tulips all around me
nothing but the flower field is what i see
unless i look up
above me a rainbow with a cloud surrounding it
with bittersweet symphony playing in my head laying in that feild
as it starts to rain i look up into the clouds
the winds warm the ground gentle
as the first rain drop touches my skin
i die there and lay happy past on
this is how i want to die in a way as beautiful as romance
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