Shattered masks spill out coarse mud
Unveiling within a new bud
Feeling hesitant to come out
Is inside an innocence
Not ready to shout
A faith on a fragile thing
Is bound to end its being
Old flowers are bound to die
It isn't something
On one to cry....
Come out and see there's the sun
Standing outside is a new morn
Give it a try
For you shall never repent
A day which is well spent
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