Jar

When winter comes

My heart will keep you warm

Always warm 

I thought you should know

As the moonlight begins to fade

You wave, saying, "Sayonara."

I know that you’ve found somebody else

I've tried to open the eyes of those you've set 'free'

But, I guess, nothing truly matches the smell of dead lightening bugs

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