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I burned your memory alive
into the winds your scattered ashes may still fly and then I washed my hands, my feet and watched you cry. Into the winds I dissipate my every desire And, though I'm free of what you are we've never been this far apart you watched me cry. We burned our hearts on rotten stakes the smoke aroused by our mistakes into the winds now carries ashes of our sins Come watch us.. come now, welcome in.
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