Flower petals flies slowly around,

Coloured crimson by blood.

Falling down on the ground,

Like the tears that earlier flood.

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The petals filling the black night,

They slowly cover the ground.

The moon shines with its cold light,

Where he stands without a sound.

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The flowers is covering the moon again,

And the night becomes black.

When in darkness it's easier to defend,

It's just hatred that you lack.