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One day her hands They fell apart into Ashes of desert sands The wind blew away The fragments and left Everything behind destroyed And scared and burnt On that day Her voice lost its echo On this eternal field Of ice and cold And just as cold burns That ate into her flesh Swallowing her tears That night She lost her soul To a demon of beauty unknown And we lost her Her voice, her hands She left us all behind On those cold and hot Fields of fire and ice And we cried for her Oh, so much, so much We craved for her We prayed for her We sang for her Until we fell to ash that day.
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Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 3:38 PM UTC
That day
One day her hands They fell apart into Ashes of desert sands The wind blew away The fragments and left Everything behind destroyed And scared and burnt On that day Her voice lost its echo On this eternal field Of ice and cold And just as cold burns That ate into her flesh Swallowing her tears That night She lost her soul To a demon of beauty unknown And we lost her Her voice, her hands She left us all behind On those cold and hot Fields of fire and ice And we cried for her Oh, so much, so much We craved for her We prayed for her We sang for her Until we fell to ash that day.
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Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 3:38 PM UTC
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