Playground Behind the broken door Where no one spares a second's glance Where memories come with thoughts to dance Behind the broken door. Behind the shattered glass Where lights distorts the date and time Where words are forged into a rhyme Behind the shattered glass Amongst the fallen leaf The one that jumps only to fly, That sheds no tear, says no goodbye Amongst the fallen leaf, And under cloudy stars Where days are ageless, made of glass Where smiles are made from sorrows passed And under cloudy stars Behind the door and shattered glass, Amongst the fallen leafs and stars Is where us writers come to play To write what sounds can't start to say. #beginningline
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