The sunshine thaws out a cold heart,
As the last trace of hate trickles down a fragile shell,
Flowers grow on the graves of yesterday
As eyes open to a new dream,
Birds sing a different song this morning,
The wind is gentle through the trees,
A hardened stair seems warmed, inviting,
Secrets whisper in the breeze,
The great pretender lays down his mask,
As a smile cracks hardened cheeks,
A battered body finds its final companion,
They spell it L-O-V-E.
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