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Sometimes we burn; not even the rain could quench the flames.
And all the time it hurts; not even a sprout of new life could calm the pain.
Only when we turn to ashes does our world rest amidst the veil.
Sometimes we burn; not even the rain could quench the flames.
And all the time it hurts; not even a sprout of new life could calm the pain.
Only when we turn to ashes does our world rest amidst the veil.