The spring flowers begin to bloom but alas,
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their destiny is to be scattered when the wind blows.
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After all, life is but a momentary thing
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until the day we burn out.
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So dance around splendidly
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in this ephemeral banquet.
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The subtle differences between lies and truths
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lie in the illusions of light and darkness.
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Wandering through this transient world, pour crimson
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and even a decrepit mountain can change color.
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After all, this world is fated to nothingness,
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So dance around splendidly
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in this transient banquet.
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The subtle differences between love and hate
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lies in the illusion of articulation.
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Entwining fantasy with reality
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So dance around splendidly
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in this ephemeral banquet.
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The subtle differences between lies and truths
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lie in the illusions of light and darkness.
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So dance around splendidly
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in this transient banquet.
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The subtle differences between love and hate
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lies in the illusion of articulation.
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