Her thoughts are not in your control.
Her feelings should be free, as the sound of chiming bells.
Clip her wings, tell her lies.
Shine those rose colored glasses.
Watch her live behind a latched door as her spirit slips away.
So you can keep her in sight.
In sight of those rose colored glasses.
You sit with no sound.
Never cry nor shout.
As if you are a sunflower stuck in the ground.
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