I stood on your burning ground,
Trying to paint you from your ashes,
But sometimes the promise is more,
Than the delivery, and you are,
Just some echo of memory.
I stood on your burning ground,
Trying to paint you from your ashes,
But sometimes the promise is more,
Than the delivery, and you are,
Just some echo of memory.
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