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I carved a lily out of clay.
I fed it love and water every day.
I tried to make it grow so tall.
Remember how I felt so small.

And now it seems the lily died.
It washed away itself the more I tried
It left me breathing heavy air.
I felt like it didn't care.

Now we all walk around,
dragging our feet upon the ground.
Was there a single drop of truth?
Is this how you spent your youth?

You told me I was grand,
but you drowned me in the sand.
Now I wish you'd explain,
my sweet lily made of clay.