VERSE 1: BEAUTY] (whispered, trembling)
The market’s loud, but I’m a ghost in gray—
Hood pulled tight where the petals lay.
You found me here where the cherries weep,
But touch my hand, and you’ll reap what you keep.

[VERSE 2: LOVER] (gentle, confused)
“What’s this storm in your April eyes?
Is it wrinkles you fear, or the devil’s lies?”
I reach for you, but you shove me back—
Like a rose denies the sun it lacks.

[PRE-CHORUS: BEAUTY] (anguished)
“You fool—he took you! Don’t you see?
Your soul’s the cost for this rotten tree!
I’d trade my breath to undo that night…
But Hell won’t bargain with second sight.”

[CHORUS: LOVER] (fervent, crescendo)
The devil could scorch both heaven and earth—
But he never touched your light from birth.
These eyes don’t lie, love, they burn the same…
You’re the fire no curse can tame.

(A thunderclap. The Devil materializes, grinning.)

[BRIDGE: DEVIL] (singsong, vicious)
“Tick-tock, loverboy—time’s up, time’s up!
Should’ve read the fine print on our cup.
Now let’s see how eternity fits…
—Oh, and darling?
Thanks for the kiss.”

(Tree branches CRACK. The Lover collapses. Beauty screams.)

[FINAL CHORUS: BEAUTY] (guttural, shattered)
You swore my soul was your guiding spark—
Now Hell’s the hound, and you’re the mark.
I’ll burn this market, I’ll salt this grove…
But the devil laughs with the man I love.

Under The Cherry Tree (Time's Up)

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Under The Cherry Tree (Time's Up)

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