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Tulips:

I keep your true colors, it's tough but beautiful. 

Roots:

Fires do good for the root.

Time: 

It's emotional, the years express themselves to teach us who was there. 

Mask:

You probably mask pain. Let me tell you something, you come through to me.

Stars:

Bowing to the stares, the stars whispered-"release your inner happiness." 

I sleep:

I sleep sitting on the crash.