volcanic ashes
turn to burnt eyelashes
amongst our cold refrain
a heat at last, no restrain
where did you go
nothing was left
I must leave, so
let the midnight flowers grow
volcanic ashes
turn to burnt eyelashes
amongst our cold refrain
a heat at last, no restrain
where did you go
nothing was left
I must leave, so
let the midnight flowers grow
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