My heart is on fire
It burns and melts away
Nothing left but a puddle
A rain puddle that people
Love to run ythrough
Nothing left but ashes
Ashes that are thrown aside
And left to be blown away.
It burns and melts away
Nothing left but a puddle
A rain puddle that people
Love to run ythrough
Nothing left but ashes
Ashes that are thrown aside
And left to be blown away.
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