Trees are falling

The trees are falling just as I saw myself deep into your branches of lies.

Your love is made for the meek.

And I was seeking for help not knowing I was passing by a mirror.

But how could I ever give up when the soul was felt through these sun setting eye glasses you made me wear?

The moon is rising and the trees are falling.

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