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The negative image of a drop in the sea... All of my burning, reduced To a spark in hell; And if I escaped I know what awaits, That the sky would fall; Heaven bright ablaze, Every breath exhaled Now holds the promise of The cheapest ending yet But I’m holding on To seeing out the next sunset
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Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 2:09 AM UTC
A Match Lit In Hell (A Match Made In Heaven)
The negative image of a drop in the sea... All of my burning, reduced To a spark in hell; And if I escaped I know what awaits, That the sky would fall; Heaven bright ablaze, Every breath exhaled Now holds the promise of The cheapest ending yet But I’m holding on To seeing out the next sunset
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Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 2:09 AM UTC
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