Four Leaf Clovers

Overcome.

Vainity was my addiction

Even now it's my affliction.

Rivers running

Away, away, the burning

Sun. Sunsets are limited,

You never know which will be your last

One. One burst of beauty,

That's us. One big burst of beauty.

And then a question.

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