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Look at the mirror,
what do you see?
Little sad girl,
who has no reason to live.

Red flowers grow again,
until my dying day.
There is something,
that nobody ever said.
There is nothing,
and everybody can lose their faith.

Dark eyes, darker mind.
Nobody really wants to know why.
Nothing can change this moment
on the dying loves grave.

Red flowers grow again,
until my dying day.
There is something,
that nobody ever said.
There is nothing,
and everybody can lose their faith.

Let me love you.