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I'D Burn
Specters cast along the wall What I'd give to lose it all As I see your shadow in the mirror Everything becomes so clear And I can only hope to see Your face once more shining In twilight 'Neath the ashen leaves in fall But all becomes a shade of flame Our names carved in an old oak tree That long ago burned into ash I only wish that I had seen The wildfire as it found that bark And intertwined the leaves' destruction With such dark hurts of my memory But no, I lie here thinking how I can not hope now For you are my memory The image I will never see again Perfection of ideals past And cast in their destruction Here, beneath the ashes of the old oak tree I see my memories of how you'd wept Before the light faded I'd held you in my arms As your charred soul and body Find their rest amongst the leaves So slowly smouldering How dearly I regret those days Spent striking tinder, flint and steel So many ways we wished that we were real I still remember As we found a spark When we were young We fade away when leaves become this ash At last So at the foot of this mountaing Where we used to play When we were young I cast your ashes to the wind And pray now, dust to dust That this is not What we've become
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