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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


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