Ashes Ashes
Here’s how my gardens grow
With silver bells and human shells
And my pretty maids all in a row
I suppose its time to ring more bells
We dance around the rosie
Pockets full of rotting posie
Childhood in ashes ashes
Why does life move in flashes?
Now I sit on this beautiful wall
Knowing one day I’ll take a big fall
And even my mother and all of my friends
Will not be able to put me together again
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