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Ash
Ash
On the lovable path
I wish to make a good start
But your cold blank face
Slowly burns my heart
Half burnt my heart becomes trash
Burning cinder like it reduces to ash
To collect it I need a bowl
I've no option but my soul
On the lovable path
I wish to make a good start
But your cold blank face
Slowly burns my heart
Half burnt my heart becomes trash
Burning cinder like it reduces to ash
To collect it I need a bowl
I've no option but my soul
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Ash
Ash