The tangerine poetrees

When all the beginning starts with an end

The tangerine poetrees
When we can't complain
Cos' we know the rest
When we should say
This is our best
Day
And this day turns to black
Just an empty canvas is our past

When all the beginning starts with an end


When we need to cry
About the circumstance
When we need to fly
Without any sense
Now
And this now becomes yesterday
Losing ourselves as an holy faith

When all the beginning starts with an end

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