Pandora’s Album
My music has always been ever-changing
A continuous flow of uniqueness and pain
My name is Pandora
Closed....
Beginning with a beautiful Melody of happiness
And ending with a song of tears filled with rain and memories
Somehow it ranges from
A fantastic dream filled with dewdrops of sun
Opened....
And it is a broken reality that is too real for this music of mine
And a cover of the album that hides the mysteries of my song
The orange Melody glossing over
Hiding the truth of darkness
Each track of my past
Somehow someway
Coninously playing
The ever-changing music
That is my opened album.
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