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Mar 28
Flickering flames blown furious
Scorch one born for better.
Wind whips but will not cool
the mortal burns that never die.

Hopeless howls unheard in Heaven
Still echo through the selfish universe.

Echo, Echo, Echo
Burn, Burn, Burn
Die, Die, Die.

Did, but never will.
Written by
Mark Allen
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