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8h
She'll be dying with the coals
When the last ember dies
Pushed along but the wind
Fluttering in the night...

And everyone will say
"I thought that she'd survive"
Lone Chimney Sweep
Written by
Lone Chimney Sweep  21/F/South Africa
(21/F/South Africa)   
22
       Timothy and Jeremy Betts
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