4 minute symphony.
I used to be a firework, burning up the evening sky.
Then my colors faded out, ember falling; naked eyes.
They told me I was 'dreamer,'
but I dreamt of all the rights.
They told me what to favor,
but I had no taste in fights.
With every mistake, that I have made,
I've lost my total most.
The dividend has lost its taste -
and the party has lost its host.
I used to be a butterfly, but then the air grew cold.
My wings cracked into mosaic tiles, and now I'm in your home.
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